5-31-10

So much yet so little has happened in the past few weeks. I moved out of my dorm and finished my freshman year - then proceeded to go home and get used to Riverside again. Freshman year was great and I feel that I'm going in the right direction. I've made long strides when it comes to getting where I'm supposed to go. Both sentences that I just wrote pretty much sound and are the same statement, but whatever.

Obligatory pet pictures because they're the only people I like:

So I made (a?) meatloaf. I really don't like meatloaf but I seriously need to learn how to cook. I can't foresee myself making the dish ever again but I think it was more of a personal course for me on following instructions and not burning things. I just don't get meatloaf at all. Ketchup on meat is just wrong in so many ways. Oh, and fuck casseroles too - I'm not even going to attempt that.


Kitties pretty much rule the roost in my home. I gave away three at a local Albertson's within an hour. Even though I'd like to think they went to great homes I can't help but feel that they're all going to end up as roadkill. Out of sight out of mind I guess! Well, they were the kitties that either didn't have any personality or were just feral little rats. Good Riddance!

5-7-10

So I haven't posted as frequently as I would have liked to in the last two weeks. What the hay. You know what was weird though? My very first blog and this one both had 96 posts, respectively. Kind of odd. I don't like my first blog. At all. Therefore it has been privatized. But on to bigger and better things: it's finals week(s) for me right now. I'm doing my best to handle and organize my time but I still manage to find myself as stressed as I would have been if I didn't do so accordingly. Bitch bitch bitch. Whine whine whine. What are ya gonna do?



This weathered drag queen is really on to something here. Too many people aim for the stars only to hit the pavement. You know what I've noticed as of late? That there's no middle ground for ambition when it comes to people my age. Either you have it or you don't got shit.
I don't want to settle, and just go through the motions. Maybe with age comes complacency?


Lately I've rediscovered the testosterone filled workings of Glenn Danzig. I used to be nuts about the Misfits and Danzig when I was 14. I remember quizzing kids I saw with Misfits Crimson Ghost shirts. I was a real asshole about that. But rightly so! Most of the "victims" that I quizzed couldn't name one Misfits album or at least a couple songs! But that was around the time when Jerry Only totally pimped out that symbol. There were even crimson ghost shoelaces and belts! I understand Jerry Only for doing what he did though. People need to make money - and he found a marketing point to do so.

So this post has been fairly schizophrenic. Back to writing term papers and projects. Lucky me.