good fun...
Date: Oct 13th, 2005 10:58:21 am - Subscribe
Mood: funny

I know I haven't written in a while, and for that, I'm sorry. My life has been consumed by school, and that, my friends, is no joke. It seems the only free time I have, I spend either sleeping, cleaning, or working on projects; occasionally I'll get to spend it with some of my nifty new friends down here.

It's not as easy, though, to have a social life as it is in normal school. It's not that it doesn't exist, it's just that it mostly exists in the classroom and whenever I'm not too tired to go out. It's killing my social karma, as those of you who know me know that I thrive on people.

Anyway, enough of the ranting about school. I'm sorry for apologizing, but I guess it's second nature to me. I promise I will try and write more. Enough of that.

So what has been going on in my dismal life aside from school? Ho hum, not much. These past few weeks have been pretty great. I've blindly stumbled upon some great friends that I thankfully get to spend a lot of time with, even if it is mostly in class. I try and spend as much time with my best friend, Brandy, as possible, but it seems that the cross town travel and busy schedules are keeping us pretty sedated. We fortunately got to spend last night togehter, and that was quite humerous.

We decided to eat at Planet Hollywood down at Pleasure Island, since everything else in the entire state closes at 10:30, I'm convinced. We first got this waitress in training, who wasn't really pleased with our partie's particular pickiness (which for those of you don't know, Brandy is the pickiest person I know when it comes to food. But hey, she knows what she wants, that's all that matters). We then got transerred to this waitress, Mimi, who was absoultely hilarious.

Mimi wasn't your average waitress. She was tall, blonde, curly hair, reflectively pretty light colored eyes. She had a pretty high bone structure, and overall, she was pretty thin. She said things like 'hun' and 'sweetie,' and treated you like a guest is supposed to be treated. But us girls, we can never have things simple, and we never quit talking--what a combo with Mimi.

Towards the end of the night, when there was hardly anyone left in the restaurant, Mimi came over to check on us, and somehow we got into this long, long discussion about College Program kids, which led to the best places to eat at Disney, which led to Mimi's unbeatable animated discussion about O'hana's in the Polynesian Resort, getting drunk off of Lapu Lapu's and watching the fireworks go off at the castle at 8:45. I know this may seem like the simplified version, but said story took about 40 minutes to tell, complete with overly animated facial features and voices.

So...we gave Mimi our number, and sometime in the near future, we WILL be going to O'hanas and drinking Lapu Lapus. I can't wait.
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oh, lovely Full Sail...
Date: Sep 9th, 2005 1:35:02 am - Subscribe
Mood: abused

Today was another day in the lovely Full Sail realm. I'm finally getting adjusted to the crazy schedules and the hectic qualities of it all. I really don't think I would feel overwhelmed if I didn't have an administrator or educator telling me every five seconds how overwhelmed I'm supposed to be. Bastards.

I went to the cognitive learning seminar today. I know I don't need it, as I've already got a Bachelor's, therefore I obviously know how to study. But hey, let's be honest: everyone has room for improvement, and I like to have the cushion of those five extra points.

Let me tell you about this seminar. First of all, there's this whacky lady that teaches it. I swear she's on crack. She giggles like it's going out of style, and every once in a while, her voice will get really deep and scary. She also likes to hint at being dirty: for example, she talked about visualizing a frog in a thong today. I'm sorry, but that was a little much. I think she mostly bothers me because her eyes are crooked and she looks like a crack whore. Other than that, and the boring content, it wouldn't have been so bad.

But alas, I have a midterm to study for, so off I go.

Frogs in thongs. *shakes head*
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people make me angry...
Date: Sep 1st, 2005 12:04:22 pm - Subscribe
Mood: angsty

You know, I've been getting pretty fed up with people lately. It seems that everyone has their own agenda, and everyone likes to be blind to the truth in the situations. In fact, I really don't think that people like to hear the truth. When people do hear the truth, they can't handle the idea that there might be a small little fault with thier personality, and instead twist things around to make everything your fault. This makes me angry.

But it doesn't make me half as angry as lies. Why can't people just be honest with each other when they make a mistake, or when they know that they are at fault. Why must we always be quick to come up with lies to cover our own faults. We are all human. We are all fallible. You know what that means? It means that we all make mistakes. But why the hell would you want to make up so many lies that you can't keep up with them just to cover up your own personality flaws? It will catch up to you eventually.

I'm not bitching because I think I am without faults. God knows that I have plenty of my own. I am persistant, opinionated, and I hate conflict more than anything. In fact, I have a long ass laundry list of faults, mistakes I've made, and lies I've told. I am not perfect, nor do I try to be. However, there is one simple thing that I ask in people, and one simple thing that I think you should all think about, and that is this:

Be sympathetic to the way that other people feel. When people are expressing their feelings with you, it's just that. It's the way that they feel about something, be it an event politics, religion, whatever. Sometimes it's hard for people to tell you how they feel, because most people in this day and age disregard people's feelings.

Another tip: don't lie. Even if you're doing it to protect your fragile ego or using it to make you somehow better than everyone else in the world. It doesn't work. People see throught lies. People aren't stupid. Even though you think you're getting away with it, that it's somehow projecting this magnamous image of your infallible actually makes you that much more see through. I know...I've been there. I've seen it happen. I've done it.

So a tip to all you people out there about some conflicts. Respect each other and don't lie to protect yourself. It only makes things worse. And you never know who you lie to that may make your life the biggest living hell ever. There are some people you just don't want to mess with, and I have also learned that from experience.

Think about it.
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Date: Aug 30th, 2005 9:26:16 pm - Subscribe
Mood: philosophical

Sorry for the long delay in a post, but things have been crazy busy down here in the good 'ol sunshine state. But with it, some changes and new life perspectives have arisen in my all-too often naive self.

The move was successful, even though my mother (who followed me down in an SUV with all of my crap) was sans brakes for most of the 24-hour trip. That was fun. On arrival, the apartment and furniture situation was a little hectic with arrival schedules and office hours, but alas--I do have furniture. It is nice. I think it's worth the $188 a month; at least I don't have to move it.

So...the apartment. It's cute. I like it, for the most part. I mean, it's nice, beautiful, cute and all that junk. I like everything about it, except---the Florida part. It's hot, muggy, sweaty, and buggy. The only saving grace is the cute little lizards that jump around outside. Other than that, it's like global warming hell. With bugs. Really, really big ones.

On the topic of bugs, I've already had waaay too many encounters for one lifetime. The first was on move in day when I found a cockroach, aka "palmetto bug" in the sink. I never understood this since I got there. Everyone refers to them as "palmetto bugs," as if that makes their ickiness less daunting. Or perhaps to make you feel better about yourself because "cockroaches" are typically associated with dirtiness. Regardless, it's still a fucking cockroach. It's still dirty. It's still ugly, and it still makes me scream.

The second encounter was with a much smaller bug sitting on the wall. I came out late at night for a glass of water, hoping to whet my appetite,a nd saw a black thing on the wall. My first thought was, "oh cool, a nail to hang my keys on. I didn't see that before." I then went to inspect it and said "nail" moved. I proceeded to scream and beat at it until it was dead.

The third was with this bug they call the "silverfish." I can commiserate with it's name 'cause a) it's silver and b) it's sly and slippery and moves like a fish. This little fucker darted out of nowhere like a flahs of lightning on one of my midnight drink runs. I tried to swat him, but it was hard. He was a quick little bugger. Finally, I killed him. Proud? Nah, more pissed because I had to clean up the silver residue left behind from my swatting spree.

The last was more recent. My friend Brandy (who was staying with me for the weekend until she moved in) and I got back, and she immediately went to the bathroom. As she opened the door, this HUGE cockroach about 2 inches long started crawling on the floor. It's the biggest, ugliest bug I've ever seen. She rolled away, being she's in a wheelchair, and I screamed into my room. We debated for about 5 minutes on who and how we were going to kill it. Finally, I killed it with a shoe.

Other than the move, weather, and bugs, not much has been going on other than school. School is really a whole 'nother story, though. It's crazy. My school is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I have class for four hours at a time, and labs three times a week, all at different times. I also have a Midterm on a Saturday, and a couple of 1am labs. That should be fun--not. I'll keep you posted on the school thing. At least there are A LOT of hot boys. That makes me happy. happy.gif

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diet pills...
Date: Aug 4th, 2005 7:25:28 pm - Subscribe
Mood: irreverent

Okay, so the day has been pretty eventful, and in my obsessiveness with getting all of my music on my new iPod, I've resorted to watching daytime tv (on the satellite)--and there is one conclusion that I've come to.

If I see another ad for diet pills, I am going to shoot someone.

I realize that the majority of America is obese with the onslaught of fast food and technological conveniences. But should we really resort to diet pills? Yes, the diet and food industry gross billions and billions of dollars per year, but let's think about this America.

There are so many different diet pills out there, that even if one were to purchase a diet pill, how could one tell what the best decision would be? See, that's the problem with dieting and with the media. There are so many different options, so many different avenues that affect you differently, so many different points of view--how could someone possible make an informed decision in this day in age, when media advertisments don't have to tell the whole truth.

I find it hard to digest. The information superhighway and its mass media counterparts have infiltrated our society and overwhelmed to the max. That's for sure.

But seriously, do we need that many different diet pills?
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