Plotting against my landlord....

So, my roommate springs on me that she's moving out.
Ok, so i can't really say she sprung it on me; she hasn't had a real job since i moved in with her in August. But the fact of the matter is that she needs to be gone, no more rent or bills after February.
This left me with the very streesful and distasteful task of looking for a new roommate. After talking to so many the last time i looked, it was hard to force myself to even start looking.
But it seems my life has hit enough lows in the last couple of months that it finally decided i deserved a little luck.
On my second day of looking i ran across an ad of someone looking for another roommate to search for an apartment with. I even titled my email as "This may be a long shot".
It seems that we're well suited for eachother. And she pointed out a few things, like for instance that i'm paying 300 more a month than the going lease right now. >:
So now with advice from several sources, we've hatched a plan. Now we're going to see what the landlord thinks tonight. On the plus side of this plan, if it works (based on what they've told me, it will) i'll be saving that 300 a month.

Once upon a time...Anne couldn't stop drawing

Once upon a time, before Anne's parents refused to pay for an art degree, Anne took a charcoal drawing class. Before the first day of class, Anne had never picked up a piece of drawing charcoal before. On that first day, the teacher decided that Anne would do just fine in the class. She loved the class, arriving early and easily applying the new techniques she learned. And when the class was over, she was sad. But she kept everything from the class...even just the exercises. And when she ran across them this weekend, she pulled them all out and studied them, remembering her delight and awe as she held each sheet that contained a part of her soul. Her hands began to itch anew to pick up charcoal again.

See why?

My roommate's cat and I

This is totally how it is:



Artwork courtesy of The Devil's Panties, a webcomic by Jennie Breeden.

Getting my kicks while i'm young enough to get 'em

This will probably be one of my more cryptic posts.
I left the tv on while i did laundry and cleaned my appartment not really paying attention to it. Before long the movie I had been watching, gave way to Greese, the classic musical.
One part of the movie caught my attention. Rizzo, upon discovering that the guys are calling to them, climbs down the trellis to join them saying in her defense to the other girls; "gonna get my kicks while i'm still young enough to get them"
It reminded me that life is so short. Shorter still for others who really deserve to have longer lives but are cut off by disease, violence, or accidents. And those who are lucky enough to survive longer, often look back on their lives and wonder what could have happend?
Why is it so hard, to just enjoy life, all by it's pretty little self, anymore?

I found this quote several years ago, and it seems to make more sense now, than ever before.

When I let go of what I am, I become what I may be.

Thanks Becca, you reminded me to delete my LJ

Good riddance. My LiveJournal is gone, deleted forever, won't be comming back.
Enough with the emo posting and whining, and complaining about how awful life is. It's life! Deal with it.
I never fit in with the LJ community and don't ever care to. While I've always enjoyed blogging more to spread the "for shits and giggles" mentality i have with blogs that mostly have a more positive spin to them.
I've graduated from LJ. A link to my Blogspot is posted.
Goodbye LJ-ers.

That would be my reaction

Warning, crude humor:



Artwork courtesy of Girls with Slingshots, a webcomic by Danielle Corsetto

My generation's idea of dating

Clearly, somewhere between the X, Y and all those other generations, something has gotten sorely lost. Like the brains of people once they agree to date. I have officially decided, that romance in my area code, is dead beyond resurecting. I haven't seen nor heard of a date that actually involved effort in at least 6 months.

To be clear, this isn't meant to be a guy bashing post, however unfortunatly, i have experianced my first BAD date. And it was so bad, that i felt a need to talk about it.

Over a girl date of italian food and wine, I spilled my horrified feelings about my date.

To sum up: i knew it was bad the second i saw him. His hair was the kind of dirty blonde that shows oily hair very well. He clearly hadn't showered. And since he clearly hadn't showered, why would he have bothered to shave. Even if he had wanted to keep the beard of probably about a week and a half, wouldn't someone who cared about the date at least clean it up a little bit? Oh yeah, did i mention he wore sweats?

So to make me feel better, my friend decided to tell me about her worst date experiance ever. And this is the kind of stuff you can't make up. Her worst date ever kicks my date's ass.
The lowest of lowlights of her's were:
-He told her that he didn't like the word "No" comming out of her mouth
-The sci fi section (my friend is a star wars fan) was stupid and he was irritated that she wanted to go through it
-Said he wanted to "share her with his best friend"
-Told her that she needed to keep her "WooHoo" clean (his words exactly)
-Showed her where a wart had been on his fungus infected feet pulling apart the toes and everything. (Can you say Eww?)
-Then he kissed his fingers and touched them to her lips...the same fingers he had just used to pull his toes apart without washing them. (I'm not a germaphobe and even i'm cringing)

I have to admit...that the story cheered me up immensly. That and getting hit on by a 22 year old telemarketer from the opposite coast. :)

I really want to know what has happened to brains of people looking to go out on a date. Yes this post focuses on the shortcommings in the man department, but i'm sure that women do nearly as many unbelieveably retarded actions. Perhaps some may see me as overly critical about this, but REALLY? What has happened? How did a generation of people get to the point where taking a shower is too much effort to put into a date or showing warts is a good idea?

Sending my roommate into fits of giggles

So, just in time for Nano to really rev up in November, my computer chair broke . The little nob that screws in and keeps the back pushed in, literally snapped in half. What i had assumed to be metal and all. So i tried just keeping it pushed in and barely resting against it. It worked well for a while, but every now and then, it would suddenly shift and drop out from behind me, usually making me make some kind of noise in suprise.
Well, when the parentals asked what i wanted for christmas, I asked for a new chair...one with arms. Of all the things on my christmas list....that was the only thing i got and i was MORE than satisfied with it even before it came out of the box. Mostly because the old one almost took several assisted flying leaps off of our balcony between November and last Tuesday.
So i spend Wednesday evening putting the contraption together, subbornly refusing to look at the directions. Finally after an hour and a half, it was all together.
I set it up on it's wheels and proplty placed my bottom on the seat only to realize the seat was fricken rock hard! We're talking feels like a folding metal chair with a quarter inch of padding and nothing else! I complained to my roommate and she agreed that it looked like a hard seat. I read the front of the box and figure they couldn't sell a computer chair this hard, so it must need to break in. So i went in my room and sat in it for an hour or so determined that if my butt got uncomforatable, it was going back in the box.
Much to my suprise, it appears that as your butt generates heat, the leather seat becomes more plyable and you sink in mildly, making it very comfortable.
Going out to fill a glass of water before i went to bed, i updated my roommate on the status of the new chair.
"I guess as your butt generates heat, it gets softer."
"oh great" she replies.
And the thought bursts into my head unbidden and unstoppable.
"Yeah, Go Go Gaget Butt Warmer!"
"Oh my god....you didn't just do that"
"oh why yes i did" :D

I can't stand

BULLIES. I hate them. In grade school, i was the one who bullied the bullies. Yes...this makes me a bully too, i'm not denying that, but i tried to always do it for a good cause. Granted i have one hell of a temper, but the injustice in bullying really gets under my skin. I've always had a need to defend

-The people that were a little on the slower side in development, wether it was mental or physical
-The meek and timid who couldn't find the courage stand up for themselves
-Those who were targeted for their body or a physical feature to be jeered, tormented, or ridiculed about.
-Those with quirks that were special to themselves but made to feel ashamed of thanks to viscious children.
-Those who are talked about behind their back because they're a little different than the 'norm'

I never understood how putting other people down to make yourself look better was a good thing in the end. And how talking behind their back in whispers is so cool. It's not brave, it's not honorable, and it's completely crule. Deflecting attention, only works for so long. Why do they have to fixate so intensely even after the kid being tormented is in all out tears. Following them when they run away.

All for the simple sake of making themselves feel or look better even for a moment. It's pathetic. The other thing i've noticed about bullies....is that they do it to cover up their own short-commings. They're jealous.
So, in response to what i heard last night that prompted this rant:
Yeah, they may have FINALLY made something of themselves....but the way i see it: They own their own business, are working in a resession and not afraid to get their hands dirty, dealing well with setbacks and problems, are still a nice person even when they dont' have to be.
WHILE YOU, BULLY, ARE A BUM, MOUCHING OFF OF OTHER PEOPLE'S KINDNESS, WITH NO INITIVE, SITTING THERE TRYING TO MAKE OUT LIKE YOU'RE ALL THAT WHEN YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE OTHER PEOPLE'S CHOSEN PATHS.

Shut the fuck up, you're wasting air.

Sooo if you feel like reading back to Dec 3rd....

There was a possibility of moving into a cubicle I've had my eye on since i took this job over a year ago.
Well Diana moved her cubicle, and she's ecstatic about her new office location. Her old desk is almost completely cleaned out.
So Monday morning, at my weekly meeting with my boss, i ask him what's going to happen with her old cubicle. (and yes, he knew a while ago i wanted to move in there...Diana and I had only mentioned it over the last 6 months since Cathy vacated Diana's new cubicle)
"They're going to break it up into cubicles" is his response (note the plural)
I looked at him dumbfounded unable to stop my mouth from saying "That makes no sense what-so-ever"
Thankfully, my easy-going boss just shrugged overlooking my retort. "that's the last i heard when they were moving the people to the new building" (a building move that has nearly NO connection to this desk area. No one was moving into our area from that move, trust me, i checked)

Here they are going on and on about budget cuts and they want to spend the money to have it converted into 2 cubicles for 2 extra people we don't have and aren't' looking to hire any time soon. Hell, i can move myself! The only thing they would need to do would be to move my computer because the IT department doesn't trust anyone. (understandable for some, but not me. I know my way around the computers)
My entire team is rooting for me to move over there. "that makes sense" they say. So there's no resentment from the team about me getting a bigger cubicle than the rest of them, because my cubical is a service station anyway. If he moved any team member in there, there would be, i'm sure of it.

Once i got the initial shock of the ridiculous proposal out of my system, and got back into my work mode, I let my boss know that I was very interested in that cubicle just the way it was now and that i would appreciate him looking into that as a possibility.

Now all i can do is hope and keep my fingers crossed that they pull their heads out of their hypocritical asses.

So seriously...we have more snow.

After that 5 day long blizzard just before christmas, all of a sudden the forecast says it's going to get warmer with no chance of snow. Now we have 2+ inches here. -_-
At the rate we're going i might just have to miss work tomorrow. Oh darn. Extra days off thanks to snow closures.

This snow and how it basically makes me stuck in one place for extended periods of time has given me lots of time to think. With the new year it's a good time to look at resolutions and things that i want to change in my life.

This year is particurlarly special since it's the first year of my life where my parents have absolutly no say in my doings and preferences. I'm not the kind of kid that blames their parents for never having a life, but there are certain contributing factors to their rules and policies had a distinct impact.
Even at 21 i had a curfew of midnight (which i ignored).
The car that i used at the time was my parent's and they could say no to any excursions.
I had to come home every night or be at a female friend's place with parents home (no, i'm not kidding)

But now, all of that has gone away. My apartment, my car, my life. This is MY LIFE.
So before when i would have said no to a friend saying "let's go ut for drinks" or even a guy friend say, "hey, let's meet up!" I can say yes! I don't have to stay in my parent approved life circle.
So here is my resolution (not a goal) for 2009.

I resolve that in 2009, Iwill respond yes to any social opportunity that piques my interest. All my usual reason for saying no are void. I resolve to remember this.