Let's HURRRRRG

So after my major surgery and some minor stomach problems after the prescribed antibiotics turned on me I'm completely fine now. They also gave me Vicodin to "deal with the pain" but since my delicate system apparently can't deal with simple antibiotics I think I'd wind up pulling a Jimi Hendrix. Besides, the pain of having four teeth violently wrenched from my jaw pales in comparison to the pain you retards put me through three times a week.
I'm not even on Tylenol anymore.
It might be my superhuman constitution, come to think on it.

I am officially a second year pharmacy student! I survived this semester unscathed and managed to pass all of my classes! THANK GOD.

Yeah there's no escaping this theme today. PASSED ALL MY CLASSES HURR DE DERP.

I may not be the student of the year or the top 10% of my class, but I feel proud of myself for at least not failing this super ridiculous program.

Waiting for the "it's harder than medicine!" line but pharmacy technically is so I'm not really sure what's going to happen now.

I'm going to celebrate by spending the weekend in Baton Rouge watching my amazing boyfriend graduate.
I feel so grown up. :D

Oh, okay. Whatever.

I know, I know. First I delete my livejounal, and then I undelete it and post twice in one week. What is the matter with me?

I'd say the first time around you had a good idea then you lost it and then really lost it. Twice.

I originally decided to delete my livejournal because, let's face it, no one really updates that much anymore.
I will go months without posting, and when I do it is never anything interesting or particularly on topic in my life.

Had to do some minor editing to force her to the point.
Also: glad I picked this blog after reading this. I know most blogs end up this way but here's the guarantee.

I guess the main reason I aborted Mission Delete LiveJournal is because sometimes I just need a place to get these thoughts out of my system for everybody (i.e. nobody) to see.

Oh if only they would invent some sort of collection of blank pages bound and with a cover and with the word "journal" stenciled on the front in fancy gold letters.
Hey wait--

Only two finals left. Tomorrow's final is ethics/law and it will be easier than pie.

That's why I got a B in my educational psychology class. Apparently "consequentialism" isn't an acceptable philosophy in this, the year of the pussy 2010.
I'm not saying it's right I'm just saying that tends to be how things are. People don't really care if you, like, really really meant well. They want results, and the better the result the more the bad shit you did on the way can be justified.
Besides other famous consequentialists include Machiavelli and the Buddha so clearly some smart people share this view.
Guess I'm too smart for these fags, huh.

To celebrate, I went out to lunch with Laura and her sister Mary, played some Final Fantasy XIII, and Mom made chicken pot pie.

>Celebrate
>FFXIII
Girls playing video games, man.
Oh but it's okay, you might say. That's just the series evolving. No, no it fucking is not. That game is a step back in every category that counts. The only thing that game did right was the social networking (I.E., the part girls like). PUBLISH YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS STRAIGHT TO FACEBOOK YO.
"Oh look, I sat through three melodramatic, soap opera-esque scenarios in a row. More Gamerscore for me!"
Now I'm reading about how she broke her Zune and I'm so flabbergasted at how fucking dumb this is I forgot to breathe for about ten seconds.

And that day, not only did it fall out of my pocket on to the hard tile while I was walking, but it hit the floor, I yanked it up my the headphones, let it slip out of my hands, it hits the floor again, and I accidentally kick it in this big jumble. It was glorious.

What, were you trying to break it?

So my Zune is broken. It froze. I restarted it in my usual fashion, but this time it makes an ominous clicking noise and goes to a "5) Contact Support" screen. Luckily, it's still under warranty until June.

You know everyone goofs on Microsoft for being this evil mega corporation (which they are) but if that were my company I'd take one look at the Zune you state in writing to habitually drop and say "no, you're too stupid to keep it working. I'm not going to fix your fucking problem for you."

I can't decide what I'm going to do for lunch. It's not even lunchtime yet, but there is absolutely nothing left to do but contemplate lunch.

And apparently gnaw my ear off about it. Holy fuck, I could be training Pokemon, hunting monsters, shooting gangsters, working on Warhams-- today is my oyster and yet here I sit. Listening to you prattle on about nothing.

For all those about to vomit from all the love talk in my former posts (or for those just sick of love talk from Valentine's Day in general), I'm about to gush about my boyfriend.

No I got that out of the way yesterday. But please, this is why I don't vomit but once in 12 years. Lot of practice thanks to douchey blogs.

I'm sooooo in love with Brad. This is the happiest I've ever been. It's absolutely perfect. I know I'm being cheesy. I know, I know, I KNOW. I'm just so glad I've got someone so amazing and sweet and smart and funny and AWESOME.

Suddenly the guitar solo going through my headphones seems comically out of place.
FUCKING RAD. Oh by the way: boyfriends.

We can just chill. He sits at his computer and plays Heroes of Newearth. I sit on his bed, knit, and watch Supernatural.

A cynical man might suggest this is why you get along so well: he can sit and play his shitty Warcraft 3 ripoff and you don't bitch at him constantly.

One day we're getting a French bulldog named Jean Claude and a white Persian cat named Rocky. This shit is happening.

What?
I was going to ask for the context of this but on second thought: no, keep it to yourself.

My second favorite part of the beach trip was listening to the first Harry Potter book on audiobook with Brad. The actual sand, sun, and salt water did not make the top five list. I'm not really a beach person. >>;;

You're boring.

It's been over eight months since Brad and I have started dating. It's clearly not our anniversary or anything, but today I just realized how long it's been.

Oh my God you're one of those people. I've met people like you. "It's our two month and three week anniversary!"
"Errr, congratulations. I guess."
Seriously is every day that much of an accomplishment for you?

My longest relationship was ten months long. Yeah, that's a little sad compared to one of my friends who's been in one for five years now. (oughcougherikacough) But even that ten month relationship had its own issues and drama well before the eight month mark.

I just wiped my mouth and got all this cool bloody crust stuff off. That's kind of what this blog reminds me of, actually.

So in reality I've actually finished two of my twelve DS games. Pokemon and Phoenix Wright.

Oh.
Oh.
Oh this problem can be solved gentlemanly. We will battle and whoever loses must leave the internet.
I'd like to warn you I have a new head smash Aggron, freshly RNG bred from SoulSilver. Basically anything not really defensive and resistant to rock is going down.

Recently Brad has gotten me addicted to MapleStory. I have a level 32 fire/poison magician.

>MapleStory
>game

I am tired of being sick! First I had this gunk growing in the back of my throat that made it hard to swallow. Yesterday I couldn't stop throwing up.

OH BOO HOO. Holy shit look at that winner head smashing his way through all these shitty bug Pokemon and taking no recoil damage.
It's a dinosaur made of metal. Going to give him rock polish and I'm thinking either metal burst or low kick. Metal burst seems like a cool idea but since I'm attempting to outspeed things with him I don't think a move that only works if you go second is such a smart idea. Also his glaring weaknesses to common move types mean he probably won't be able to take much of a hit.

In other news, I am almost done knitting my first pair of socks.

Although I could give him a focus sash, ensuring he can take a hit then metal burst it right back in their face but that seems kind of contrary to the point of Aggron as a physical sweeper.
Anyway I have a couple of movesets to finish and most of them involve mining for red shards, so while listening to prattle on about socks is real interesting and all I have to PREPARE FOR WAR.

Super Bummerman 2

Any entry entitled "Dear Diary, Mood Apathetic..." is basically a guaranteed review.
Read this shit.

So, for the past 3 days or so, I've been like the people in depression ads. Not moving from the couch, not getting dressed, barely eating.... I don't really feel like I'm depressed, though.

Fuck it.

I'm so in love with my tattoo, I want another one.

Wonder what it is? I bet it's either a heart, a butterfly above the ankle (white trash tattoo) or some Chinese character on the arm in horrible pidgin Chinese.

I like the lower back/"tramp stamp" area... but people say that can cause problems when you have babies and want an epidural.

Ha, ha... Jesus.

Plus, I'm not a tramp.

That's like saying "I let legions of men fuck me on a nightly basis." Flat refutation of something like that is more than likely confirmation.

I don't want it somewhere like on my wrists/arms or legs because I want to be able to cover it up if I ever need to.

Why get one, then? Just pretend you have one and forget the whole thing.

God damn, I had a $200 mobile phone bill this month. It wouldn't be so bad.... except I am practically unemployed.

Americans coming to terms with the harsh reality that they can't throw money around like crazy. It's really funny because they treat the fact that they can't spent 200 dollars on a monthly cellphone bill like it's a serious decrease in their quality of life.

Hopefully someone or something will get me out of this mess... :(

Ha, ha baby needs her bottle? Find a job you parasite.

I've just had an epiphany.
I'm engaged to a fucking BAD ASS.

Yeah anyone who would marry you has to be a regular Dirty Harry, huh?

Maybe I am ignorant?

Yeah maybe.

How is killing an innocent animal any different from an abortion?

Ooph. Hear that? That was me getting hit with the proverbial right hook of a debating heavy weight champion.
If you can't see the difference between this:and this:

then I have some news for you.

Both are living things.

An embryo is alive in the loosest sense of the term. If you "killed" that embro you'd be killing hundreds of thousands times fewer cells than you would by scratching your arm once.
This entire post is very odd to me because she seems to be arguing for abortion using strictly anti-abortion terminology.

Dustin turns 20 on Monday. He is an old man. I'm gonna be in my teens engaged to a guy in his twenties. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I love him. I met him when he was 15. Isn't that cute? :)

No. :D

I don't enjoy feeling like a fucking loser living off my parents.

Shit's so cash don't feel bad.
Of course if you aren't doing anything then get a job, sheeet.

Nothing will ever, EVER compare to The Beatles. The four men who made up The Beatles are the closest things to any kind of living God the world has come across.

Yep. 1970 was the end of music because The Beatles broke up. Everyone had to pack it up after that.
The Beatles were overrated, let's face it. I mean, I like The Beatles, but once the term "living God" comes up you're overrated.

The Beatles would never be considered "pop" by today's standards.

Fucking yeah they would get out of here.
They had some rock hits but their fame was won on pop music.
Also I'd call their "rock" hits pop hits anyway because in comparison to their contemporaries they were still poppy. Cream was around at this point, for Christ's sake.
Now here's a list of shit she doesn't want to hear from people. I'd like to preface this by saying people are basically one step removed from animals and give literally no thought to whatever they say, so all this shit that could be interpreted as negative is probably meant to comfort you, somehow.
But let's face it you are a woman (oh ho destroyed) after all, so you'll treat this is as illogically as possible.

"Aren't you afraid that he'll be killed?"

Hell no.
I like how she constantly refers to this guy as "her" marine. Something about that really grinds my shit. I don't know why because I bet I wouldn't have noticed if she said "my boyfriend".

"My boyfriend had to go to Europe for business once for three weeks. I totally know what you're going through."

Establishing, of course, a camaraderie with the other person in the dialog is a smart way to form a bond with someone. Someone like me, who expects such ignorant comments from people on a constant basis would interpret this as an attempt to share in the loneliness with being away from someone's spouse, but not Mrs. Logic:

This one is similar to the one above. Do not equate your boyfriend's three week with a 7-10 month deployment to a war zone. Aside from the obvious trip length difference, nobody shot at your boyfriend or tried to blow him up with an I.E.D., your boyfriend could call home pretty much any time he wanted to, he flew comfortably on a commercial plane, slept between crisp white sheets and ate well, paying for everything with an expense account.

Yeah we're nothing alike. Welp, not sure why I'm speaking with you, then. Get bent. Seriously just roll with the fucking conversation, please? This is why you're unemployed. Anything anyone says that you disagree with in the slightest suddenly becomes a goddamn Mexican standoff. I know people are insensitive and you think they can't relate to the deep emotions that only you can possibly feel or whatever it is you think but they tried their goddamn best, didn't they? They probably didn't mean to offend you (I mean I would have just to see what havoc I could cause, but I'm a jackass anyway).

He even asked me what I've been up to, like that matters when he's in Iraq.

You know a lot of guys in Iraq attempt to establish shit like that so they know life is still nor-- fuck it you're a mutant who can't possibly relate to any human action, can you?
Jesus Christ it's like an entire ocean separates you from the rest of civilization. Are the actions of others really that goddamn mysterious to you?

Fall is in the air. You can smell it, feel it. I'm so excited.

Yes the time of decline and eventual death is filled with such vibrancy that I can't help but be excited.
Really connected with nature, are you now?

So, for all you women (and men, for that matter) who are complaining because you haven't seen your boyfriend for a week or whatever... be thankful he's not deploying.

Ha, ha, ha look at this. "Well whatever you think you have to deal with pales in comparison to the suffering I feel." Fuck you, lady.
The thing is I agree with her. I have no clue what that must feel like, but she's such a bint about it that I can't help but hate her.

Lol, I'm not really that upset, but still.. it's fucking Harry Potter.

Maybe it's because I hang around with a bunch of college educated nerds, but the only time people say "it's fucking..." it's usually something like "the fucking Odyssey" or "the fucking Crusades" or something actually awesome.

WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO GET TUBERCULOSIS FROM IN 2008?!

Uhh... Third world countries. Like, what was it... Iraq.

:( x infinity

You can't actually multiply something by infinity because it's not a numb--
fuck.

I had my first ever psychic reading last night.

Herp durp durp

What a weird experience.
She was oddly accurate, and yet
everything was extremely vague.

Wow you even saw the trick and it was still lost on you.
This is why the fool and his money are quickly parted, people.

I'm not into that whole tarot cards,
crystal ball, zodiac sign kind of stuff.

Yeah I bet fucking not because the actual meaning behind these things requires introspection and thought as well as a working knowledge of how people behave, something you're clearly uncomfortable with.

I love how people make me feel like shit because I want to do something about being 900 miles away from my boyfriend (or fiancee, lol).

It's one 'e' you uncultured bore. "Fiancee" is the girl version. "Fiance" is the male version.
There's also a rising diacritic on the last 'e' in each but I don't know how to make that because I'm English and my language conforms to the characters it was given.

I don't know how many times I have to repeat myself, but I am not planning to get married this year.

Well the later entries make a liar out of you, don't they?

But, at least he's not deploying. =]

I'm from the future. I have bad news.

I'm pretty impressed with how awesome I am.

Hey that's what I say after I reread each entry I write too!

John Denver was such an amazing musician.
I don't care what kind of music you listen to.
You are musically challenged if you don't know or like John Denver.
And that's seriously a fact, not an opinion.
Amazing.

The internet: where opinions are facts, facts are opinions and everyone is retarded.

Why would they let someone like her go when I've only been there 8 months?

Probably because your work is unskilled and she made way more than you do?
After this she just starts repeating how much she misses her boyfriend. He's probably glad to be away from her, goddamn.