Corporate Coffee Love Story

Inject your caffeine into my veins and

Slow-drip through my body

Energize me.

Awaken me from my espresso dreams and

Brew in me a vision of 

The future.

Drink me down, greedily guzzle

Savor the flavor, but be careful

I'm hot.

When you get to the bottom and I am empty

I hope I leave you wanting, craving, needing

More.

 

Seeing green

Omigod.  People make me so angry, and this anger isn't even justifiable because it's jealous anger.  I'm not usually a jealous person.  Even better.  I actually used my journal today to flush out some of my emotions.  It was refreshing, but at this point I would rather talk to a person than a book.  Sadly, I don't have time for that.  Anyway, I never really say what mean when I talk to someone about my "feelings".  Sometimes I feel so soulless, because I don't let other people in on my feelings.  Shouldn't I want people to care about me?  I just know that an emotion-laden talk right now would bring me to tears, and I do NOT want anyone to see me cry.  Soulless.

Cold water surrounds me now.

This week has been very inconvenient, in a FML sort of way.  I haven't been this glad to see Friday since this time last week, and I will probably be spending my evening in solace, as I feel to crabby to go to the party I am supposed to be in attendance at tonight.  Surrounding myself with drunk individuals in a small apartment no longer has the appeal that it did a few days ago.  Tonight I would be perfectly content with sitting in my room watching a movie in the presence of a small amount of people, but no one else likes that idea.  Unfortunately, the approaching end of the semester has caused people to binge drink on the weekends, and I work tomorrow morning.

I'm usually not one for vanity, but I have been tanning lately, and I must say that, while permanently causing skin damage, it has removed my hereditary dark under eye circles for the time being.  I don't plan on living to be old enough to see the brutal effects tanning has anyway.  For now, I will bask in the glory of not being able to count every vein running through my body.

9 days of class...4 days of finals... Hallelujah.

 

4/20

a day of pot smoking, and, apparently in Fargo, of sensationalized news.  I am currently ashamed to be a journalism student here, thanks to the yellow journalism our local newspaper has decided to publish.  This is worse than the editorial they ran a few months ago from a faithful reader who was upset that, although the price of gas has decreased dramatically, the price of potato chips continues to rise.  What's worse, a few days later the Forum ran an editorial from someone responding to the previous one regarding that, although he is an avid chip lover,  of both potato and tortilla varieties, he has now boycotted both kinds to "stick it" to the chip companies.  And I thought that was bad.  Nothing is worse than slandering the name of a talented young gentleman, and a prestigious organization he is affiliated with, just because it will get people to read the article.  This is lazy journalism, plain and simple.  The flood is over, and no NDSU football players have been arrested for DUIs in the past week, so clearly, the time is right to publish an article about a "Trollwood star's arrest due to domestic assault".  Perhaps the writer partook in a few too many 4/20 activites before sitting down to write the story.  I can only hope that is the case.

"Smoke the marijuana, sail the sea of sin..."

What's the definition of a compliment?

Sorry, overly friendly Herbergers customer, I do not feel that, "You look just like Miley Cyrus!" is a compliment.  Especially when She is 16 and I am almost 20.

Who's your favorite president?

Today I let Sebastian talk me into getting Twitter.  Yet another dumb thing to have to update.  However, thanks to Twitter, Perez Hilton can tell me that Zac Efron is going to be on the cover of May's GQ(Gentleman's Quarterly, not Gypsy Queen).  I guess that's good to know.  Also I can use it to know that Sebastian is still alive, because he updates about every half hour.

Today I got an Easter card from my grandma with $10 in it to "buy some gas or a latte or something."  She's so precious.  I hope she sends me cards with money in them for as long as she lives.  Not just because of the money, but because of the cute things she writes in them.  If I get married and give birth to my children named after liquor, and they get married and have children, maybe named after liquor, maybe not, I hope I can be a grandma like my grandma, and write cute little heart-felt sayings and suggestions of what to spend the money on, only I also hope I can stick a Benjamin in their cards instead of a Hamilton.

Speaking of Presidents, Herbert Hoover has to be one of the worst presidents the United States has ever had.  He only took action during the Great Depression because the people demanded it, and his plan of "action", the RFC didn't do anything to aid in recovery.  How could he say the country was "economically sound"  when the jobless rate was 25+%, banks were collapsing left and right, and there was no end of decline in sight?  Huh, sounds familiar.  Anyone who doesn't believe Bush was a modern day Hoover must also not believe Anna Nicole Smith is dead(RIP).

I am in need of a good book to read, however, it needs to be one I can finish rather quickly, as finals are fast approaching and I don't want to get halfway through a long novel and have to take a break due to numerous hours spent studying.  That happened with Atlas Shrugged.  As liberal as I am, I love Ayn Rand's blatant conservatism.  But you know I've hit rock bottom in my novel collection when I am rereading Twilight and that book fucking blows.  I'm really glad I own the whole series, and paid money to see that pathetic excuse for cinematography.  New Moon is sure to be much better, being as Bella is suicidal the whole time.  How uplifting.

I do not like Microbiology, but my professor is a woman after my own heart.  She unknowingly quotes Youtube videos... example:  first day of class she was rambling and said, "Now I know you're sitting here thinking, 'She's talking to me about stuff... Why?'"  I couldn't help but silently snicker because that happens to be a quote from "Show Me Your Genitals".  She also says things that I already have said, or will probably say in the future.  Yesterday she referred to all the students who helped sandbag as "gems".  Probably the best part of my day.

I have rediscovered my love for Matt Costa and Gavin Degraw.  I have my iTunes on shuffle, and not brag, but I have incredibly good taste in music.

Snap back to reality

I am so not ready to go back to school. I am especially nervous for microbiology lab, as I started growing an EMB agar plate of E. coli bacteria on March 3, and my first day of bio lab since then will be on April 7. What does this mean? This means that by now there are millions of E. coli colonies growing on that plate. E. coli is going to take over the world.

I actually don't mind my job when I feel like it is necessary and useful for me to be there. I am also finally back to getting my 15-20 hours per week, like I requested at the beginning of the semester. I feel like my manager heard through the Herberger's grape vine that I was pissed about getting only 8 hours a week for a stretch of time, and I feel a little bad. But only a little, as my manager rarely listens to anyone needs and concerns. In economic times such as these, one should not be bitter about being a retail store manager; one should be thankful to have a job. The jobless rate is currently up to 8.5% and could be as high as 10% by the end of this year. That terrifies me. It makes me feel like I need to write a skit about the dire state of our economy, film it, post it on youtube, and pray that somehow Barack Obama sees it. I wish Obama had a Facebook, so then I could post my video link on his wall, and also maybe spend some time commenting on his pictures and liking his statuses. I would also maybe like for him to have an album called Editttttts!♥*, and use piknik to edit some his favorite pictures with inspirational quotes and hearts.

Last night some friends and I were discussing being able to genetically program your children. I decided I would genetically program at least one of my children to have gills and a shark fin. Also, some choice names I have picked out are Jack Daniels and Bacardi Razz. Did I mention I have taken a three week vow of sobriety?

My houndtooth rainboots arrived in the mail a whole 2 days earlier than they were supposed to and I couldn't be happier!

A Recap of Yesterday

I thought about blogging about my day yesterday, but then I realized that yesterday was sad and pathetic day for me. In short, it was filled with mindless television, cake baking, and re-reading a shitty book. Today is infinitely better. I was able to leave my neighborhood, went tanning, get to go to work, and then I get to participate in social interaction. I almost forgot what that was. Being stuck inside with just my family yesterday made me overanalyze silly things.

I have been told by numerous people that I remind them of Chelsea Handler. I don't even watch Chelsea Lately that often, but I did last night, and I do see similar traits, especially in the humor department. It has now made me paranoid that people think I am trying to be like her; not the case. So now I look like Hilary Duff with the personality of Chelsea Handler. Maybe I should change my name to Hilary Handler and move to Hollywood... nah, too much alliteration.