Attention Idiots

Now, I know, it's 5 PM and you're eager to get away from work and do what you want, whether it be go to WalMart or home or whatever. I don't blame you on that, I'd be the exact same way.

However, this does NOT give you the unspoken right to drive like a fucking idiot.

Running red lights, cutting me off when I'm driving a friend's vehicle, stomping on your brakes unexpectedly and for no discernible reason. These are all examples of how people are FUCKING RETARDED when on the road sometimes.

I swear, had I been driving a vehicle of my own, I would have committed suicide, only in hopes of taking out as many of these fools as possible.

You! Out of my gene pool!

Song O Teh Week - Evil Angel

Last night, I got a lovely phonecall from Former Roommate. He had come over earlier in the week to see if Redhead had wanted to go see Twisted Christmas with him, for he had an extra ticket. Redhead hemmed and hawed and did not want to provide a positive answer, for fear it would upset me because there was not one for me. Redhead eventually agreed to go with Former Roommate and his friend Jared, plus Jared's girlfriend. That was the end of it.

Former Roommate called me last night and told me to get a baby sitter, for I would be going to Twisted Christmas as well. Jared had broken up with his girlfriend, and there was a free ticket to be had. Yay!

Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Sick Puppies, and Adelitas Way make up this concert.

So, in honor of that, I bring you a Breaking Benjamin song. Not off their newest album, but a good one nonetheless.




Breaking Benjamin - Evil Angel

Hold it together, birds of a feather,
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me.

No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here.
Alone, don't remember, remember.

Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel.

A-ah.

I'm a believer,
Nothing could be worse,
All these imaginary friends.
Hiding betrayal,
Driving the nail,
Hoping to find a savior.

No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here.
Alone, don't
Surrender, surrender.

Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel.

Oh.
Fly over me evil angel.
Why can't I breathe evil angel?

Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel.

Oh.
Fly over me evil angel.
Why can't I breathe evil angel?

Overheard Conversation

In an instant message with a friend of mine a couple hours away, on the topic of low maintenance vs. high maintenance women-type folk...

Kaylee: I like to think I'm low-maintenance.

Snarky: You are. You're very laid-back.

Kaylee: You've never seen me mad. A lot of people say they'd love to see it.

Snarky: Well, yeah. Nobody expects it out of you. It's cuz you're made of happy and perky and made of sunshine and unicorn shit.

Wharrgarbl!

Okay, so we're not just waiting for my muse to return, now. We're waiting for me to get my head out of my ass and for final exams to pass this week.

As mentioned, I had my head up my ass in one of my classes and am failing it miserably. Sociology, to be exact. But my professor for that class, Dr. Q, she with the heart of gold, has gone above and beyond any call of duty I can imagine for a college professor, to give me the chance to pull my grade out of the gutter.

Yes, this week is all about finals. It's the last week of the semester.

She's going out of her way to help me. All I have to do is write six reaction papers about chapters in our text, a five page explorament about personal boundaries, make up an exam on Tuesday and survive my final on Thursday.

Shouldn't be too hard.

This woman is a goddess. She's letting me make it up in hopes of pulling my grade up. She's taking on extra work for herself, on top of grading finals and turning in grades. Grading a total of seven papers and an extra quiz at the very tail end of the semester, all in hopes of helping out one student who's desperate to save her GPA.

I swear, I could kiss this woman. Must get her a Christmas present.

I'm just glad I don't have the Cranky Professor for this class. I'd be boned six ways from Sunday, were that the case.

It's the little (okay so this one isn't so little) things that count in life.

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Nothing to report on my end of the internet. My muse is a lazy bitch; I swear to god, she's run off with my best friend. Which is funny, because my best friend is gay, but hey, a lot of things don't make sense to me.

More content when I can find it.

How's things with you?

Losing Patience

This morning was the second time in the past month where I have woken up to ridiculous cold in my apartment. My heater's on, cranked all the way up, yet I am not getting any hot air.

My calm and patient demeanor is about to flip on it's head, and I am about to turn into an ever-loving psychotic harpie.

Next time this happens, I'll spend my rent money buying space heaters, and hand Sir Landlord the receipt.

It's 18 degrees outside right now. It's about 45 inside.

I am PISSED.

Cute Kid Pic

Daniel, in his ever-loving adorableness, had been getting mobile as of late. If laying on his tummy, he wants on his back, and vice versa. No matter what.

So, of course, it goes without saying that when we lay him in his bouncy seat for a moment, what's he do?

Why, he flips over.



But that's not the best part!

The best part is how he'll rock back and forth on his hands and knees, even if though he's in the bouncy seat, and it will bounce. He's happy, I'm happy, everything is hunky-dory. What could be better?

Well, after a while of bouncing, he grows bored, and stores to fuss and yell for Mommy. He usually does this when Mommy is up to her armpits in hot, soapy water, doing dishes, or cooking dinner, and can't exactly drop everything to pick him up. It won't hurt him to sit there and fuss for a few minutes. So, he fusses, and I do housework.

Until it gets quiet... There's something unnerving about a child that was just crying that suddenly goes silent. I get worried and go to investigate, but all is well, and nothing is wrong....




He just got wore out!


*I do apologize for not posting any videos or cute kid pics, and I know you, my loyal readers, have missed it. Life's been busy, yo. I actually work every now and then, and then there was blogging about Blogorado, and finals are coming up, and...*

Argh.

Today, with no sleep under my belt and freezing temperatures outside, is a day to show no mercy and take no prisoners.


Body count later.

Don't buy the toys that make the noise!

So, when I had Daniel, my family bought EVERYTHING. Clothes, blankets, crib sheets, car seat, all SORTS of stuff.

Everything but toys, because, well, it would be a while until he needed toys. A few months, at least.

Well, so far, we've been getting by without toys. But today, while at Country Kitchen with my friends Zak and Crystal, with Daniel enjoying sitting up in the high chair and being a big boy, he got bored. And when he gets bored, he gets LOUD.

Zak looked at him with wide eyes, then told me, "You know, I never got you anything as a baby shower gift. How about I make up for it and buy him toys?"

Sure, that works. I could use them.

So, when Zak took Crystal to pick up her kids, they swung by WalMart and bought toys. And when they came back, I got handed a plastic bag full of toys.

Teething rings, a rattle-thing, a soft toy that pulls out and rattles back in on a line... and a ball thing with rings around it.

That lights up and sings at the slightest touch.

"Whyyyyyyyyy?!"

"Don't look at me, girl. I was on the phone with my mom and Crystal grabbed it. Not my fault.


God damn it.


Title is a quote from Denis Leary

Yes, I get it. Your job sucks, money's tight, you can't do the things you want. Welcome to adult life. Time to put on your big kid pants and deal with it.