I have fantastic news.

1. I'm posting.
2. I quit my job.
3. I got a better job.
4. I blew over $100 at J.Crew (which, I suppose, is not a lot of money at J.Crew).
5. Then I overdrew in my checking account.
6. But I had two checks to put back in it a few hours later.
7. Oh, and, FUCK YOU KINGSPORT, THE GRIFFIN FAMILY HAS FINALLY CUT ITS LAST REMAINING TIES!!!! My father has officially signed a contract placing him in a much better place than the scum of Kingsport and I can finally rid myself of those gay orange license plates and driver's licenses (I also tore up my voters card in a fit of passion. Pretty much anything that said that loathesome word on it was demolished. Oh, well.). I'd like to drop a huge list of names of people to whom I'd like to also extend this grandiose "fuck you," but I'm afraid I've moved on from that phase of my life and, quite honestly, I can't remember all of your names.
8. Despite a bitch in the French department handing me my first B ever in the French language in the seven years I have been studying it, I still pulled off a 3.76 for the semester and maintain my 3.70 cumulative average.
9. And my boyfriend is really hot, but this is nothing new.

For the sake of necessity, and only because I just filled out this ridiculous form on someone else's LJ, for the two people that may still read this, here you go:

1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your LJ.

I swore I'd never let myself post crap like that in my journal, but considering I never update it anymore anyway (including this antiquated, wintery layout, ACK how hideous!!!) I don't really care.

The short of it all:

1) Moved the fuck out of the apartment/gained three new male roommates.
2) Went to Chicago.
3) Had a one year anniversary.
4) Went to Connecticut, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Boston, and Marblehead.
5) Started going through potential careers like toilet paper.
6) Rediscovered habit of writing (not on livejournal...obviously).

Yess, I'm so unready for summer :)

So I haven't exactly lived in my apartment for the past three weeks, which is actually pretty nice, except for the fact that the banner atop my journal will no longer work because the domain hosting it closed because she's too lazy to pay for her goddamned site. *sigh* That said, the banner will continue to not exist until I return to my apartment and upload it somewhere else.
Enjoy the large chunk of background space above all this text.

And Jake pilfered my keys so I can't go anywhere.
Psh.

He leaves his toothbrush in my bathroom :)

I love the show House. :)

More importantly, I don't know where the compulsion to write long-winded, verbose entries originates, but I can't shake the feeling. It's occurred to me I have nothing valid to say, I just feel like typing to hear the keys.

How about this: Everyone give me a word, a phrase, a picture. First thing that comes to mind. Comment and please me and I'll show you what I come up with.

Need to write.

Itching to write.

Having escaped frightening brush with Tennessee culture at its grimiest, I have safely landed in Oxford once again. Sadly, this is amazing news.



Bloody fuck, now I feel like I'm updating just to update.
*sigh*
In any event, events will be commencing Wednesday and continuing for a very long time.

I apologize for the pointless post, I'm just awake.

And to add to pointlessness, you all can thank hey_valentine for the following ( mindless banter )

(fine...I lied)

Literally launched myself out of bed this morning at 10:20 this morning upon remembering that final grades were supposed to be posted. Beautiful.

GEO 121: A
ART 187: A-
JRN 201: A
FRE 302: A-
FRE 430: A

Yeah. That's right. 3.88 GPA for this semester, saving last semester's embarassing 3.2 and brining the cumulative GPA up to a lovely 3.68.

You may shower me with accolades.

I have just endured four hours of southern Kentucky radio.
Now, I want to kill things.

Pardon the pending two week absense from live journal; I have been condemned to The Black Hole until the first of January and am refusing to post any entries seeing as how the most exciting thing to occur in this town is late-night Wal Marting.


Try to survive the holidays.

I would just like to express from within the confines of King Library, floor one, iMac six that Nick Nesbitt makes me want to hurl myself from the towering, death-inducing heights of Notre Dame.

Thanks Nesbitt, for reminding us all why we hate taking your classes, for neglecting us as students until the very last minute, quite literally. I really do appreicate you only forcing us to write two shitty papers throughout the entire semester and then tacking on a full-length paper, plus "excerpt analysis" which, if it were double-spaced, would exceed the length of the aforementioned full-length paper. I believe that within these next sixteen hours, I will type more words in the name of Guadeloupean literature than I have in my entire life.
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The total word count for fall 2005 FRE 302 final: 2510

AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH.

Have found new delicious song to live by for time being. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

*melting*


Must focus.

Computer smells like burning sugar, or perhaps is apartment. Cannot decide.

It might go something like:

Dear Barb,
Although your class has been nothing short of intellectually numbing for the past three months, I have to give you credit for finally allowing me to understand what I want to do with my life. Or at least I can credit you with the revelation of what I don't want to do with my life, and that is to be a Journalist. After all the bitching, and exams, and really bad papers, the main reasons that restrain me from continuing this deadend, unappreciative career are the following:

1. You find "endeavoring" to be too big of a word for the average American to understand.
2. I hate hyphens, and for some reason the gods of the AP Style, which you claim to religiously use yet remarkably still haven't learned yourself, love hyphens and use them at every possible moment.
3. Every time you start talking about how wonderful your desertified small town in Arizona was, a little piece of me dies on the inside. I hate Arizona, and therefore I hate journalism.

I mean Barb, come on, you're a professor at a not-so-fantastic state university in the Midwest; clearly your journalistic ENDEAVORS went awry somewhere and you have nothing to offer us.

Love,
Kate, the French major who read all those big books in Starbucks that impressed you so much.


Have finally slid into ENG 226 (EAT THAT HOWE!) and am now suffering four classes back-to-back (gah, hyphens *shudders*) on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Ouf.



Back to finals shit.

Have just learned the most useful fact.

I can actually legally change my last name WITHOUT marrying. *rubs hands together maniacally* This is perhaps the best news I have learned in a *very* long time.

I could actually completely start fresh. Change the last name, make it impossible to find me unless I actually wanted you to, and disappeared to the New England coast with my brilliant bilingual abilities. Oh Yes.

OH YES!!!

So it began to snow Tuesday after the Ice Storm, and I thought since I love snow, I'd take an assload of pictures.

( Candles burning low, and all that )

Currently on *pauses to count* five medications.
For the big names you won't understand:

1) Guaifen with Pseudoepedrine
2) Amoxicillin
3) Prednisone
4) Allergen Ear Drops
5) Generic Acetaminophen

Side effects (for all) may include:
- stinging/burning/tenderness of ear
- Nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain
- Oral thrush (that's disgusting) or yeast infection
- serious allergic reaction involving rash, itching, swelling, dizziness, and trouble breathing
- loss of appetite
- headache
- chest pain, rapid heart rate
- anxiety, fear, difficulty sleeping
- weight gain/excessive weight gain (oh fuck.)
- puffy face, swelling, severe dizziness

I must restrain from driving or operating heavy machinery, will make me ridiculously disoriented. Am encouraged to eat a lot of food to keep stomach ache at a minimum, while cautioned I may be vomiting up same food to stop stomach ache a mere half hour after consuming it. This is ridiculous.

So in short, I'm taking a fuckload of drugs to cure a puffy ear and, in effect, may both starve and gain twenty pounds and become paranoid schizophrenic all before finals are over. HURRAH!

I just want to curl up in bed and watch the same movie over and over again. Night.

I'm lame. Forive me.

Thanks Jamie.
( I never had sex at the office... )

Apparently south-western Ohio has redfinied its climate zone to that of polar tundra.


:( A month ago today I was rockin' out in New York.
Le sigh.
Need to go relocate there.


Hate Christmas holiday.
Loathe.

I just thought I'd make sure to point out the fact that when I felt like eating cereal at 11:30 this morning, I had to first scrape my car of the thickass sheet of ICE that had completely envelopped my car the night before.

Absolutely ridiculous.

And in the process of grunting and scraping and cussing and numbing my fingrs, Mason pops his head out the kitchen window, laughs in that maniacal way he does, and comments, "Having fun, there?"


Man, I was having fun, though!
I love scraping resistant thick layers of frozen water off my car. Not only was it therapeutic, but it was just another reminder that I'm in a much better place that I could potentially be, had my SAT scores sucked any more and I didn't have the ovarian fortitude to escape. Hurrah!

So The Unmentionable Years is about 44 minutes away from being broadcast to roughly 6,000 people in one day.

*gasp*
*panic*
*pass out*

I'm extremely nervous, though slightly eased by fellow collaborative author's comment:

"I just got a preview for December 5th....and it's amazing.
Yall are in for a treat. It should be up soon supposedly. "


I think I'm going to piss myself now, excuse me.

Fuck it; I'm over it.


Going to go slide around on the ice on my sidewalk some more.

And they put *us* on the naughty list for sexual frustration.



DAMN GUYS.
Take it easy.



O, divine exhaustion!