My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

please attribute my parting remark to my temporary brain damage. and don't act like you didn't giggle when you read that...unless you were that kid in gym class. i didn't want to offend anyone, i was just too lazy to be politically correct.

As if I didn't need more reasons to hate Notre Dame..... The Irish fired football head coach Tyrone Willingham from their program today. Three seasons, and they give him the boot. That's not even enough time to recruit his own players and have a team that was made up of totally his own recruits. I am heated. As much as I hate ND, I gave them their props because they hired a black coach. And Willingham led a kick-ass team his first season out. But they fired him, and my loathing for the Irish has tripled. My dad just made a good point. Rutgers' football team has only been making minimal improvements since Greg Schiano was brought on as head coach. They make a good start and then they just break everyone's hearts. Anyhoo, Rutgers' football team still sucks, but Schiano gets to keep his job. Sadly, I had a counterpoint for my dad. I think Schiano's still the head football coach because the athletics department can't afford to pay anymore coaches. I&

I just realized that I already did a grad school post nearly a month ago. My apologies to anyone who had to slap their head and say "Dammit, she's talking about that again?!? FUCKING GO TO GRAD SCHOOL ALREADY SO WE WON'T HAVE TO READ ABOUT YOUR WAFFLING!!" I'm truly sorry and I shall try harder to not double-blog about my pointless internal debates.

Rarrgh...trying to find music to listen to on BBC Radio...hold on... OK, I've got a reggae/ska station on. BBC Radio is my new obsession now. Moving onward... So I've been seriously debating whether or not I want to go to grad school. I definitely know what I would get my master's in, which is a start. Instead of going for an MFA in Acting, I want to go for Stage Management. I'm better at it anyway, and I enjoy it a lot more. Ok, so, should I go back to school or not? I guess it's time for another round of pros and cons. Pros: -I'll earn a master's degree, which means I'll be able to teach just about anywhere that hires me, and I'll get paid more for it. -I'll make more theater connections which will help me get a job when I get out of school. -I get to go back to school, which means that I can get away with more stuff because I'm a poor and broke college student. Plus, being a grad student adds to the whole brokeness factor

Once again, I awoke in the middle of the night and drove to the mall in the pitch blackness to prepare for the apocalypse also known as Black Friday. (Fade in "O Fortuna" from Carmina Burana) The hordes of bargain hungry shoppers gathered in front of the store in the pre-dawn, their breath steaming in the light of the nearly full moon that still hung in the sky. The unnatural-ness of it all felt like some bizarre dream as soccer moms traded game plans and sucked down their coffee. The employees snuck in the back door of the store. Each in his or her own state of sleepiness, they stumbled to their positions while the managers frantically made the final set-ups for the day. As the clock ticked down to that crucial moment, the air hummed with anticipation. 4:59:58 4:59:59 5:00:00 Somewhere in the distance a trumpeter sounded the call to arms as the mass of people swarmed the store. It had begun. Ok, so it really wasn't nearly that poetic or horrifying or

Ok. Random thoughts and such from the past few days: -"Category 6: Day of Destruction." Worst. November. Sweeps. Event. EVER. All parties involved should be shot immediately for creating such garbage. But then again, it was on CBS. How can a network boast 3 CSI's and Survivor but then air "Day of Destruction?" Craptacular, my friends. Be glad you missed it. -K Mart bought Sears. That is not a type-o. Wonderful. Not like I haven't shopped in Sears since, oh, 1995. But now that they're owned by K Mart, I'll never shop for clothes there. -By the way, I've decided to personally boycott WalMart. It truly is the Evil Empire, and I shall do my part to not support it. -Why aren't people making a bigger deal out of Anna Nicole Smith's American Music Awards disaster? Apparently it's ok to let kids watch someone talk for 2 minutes on national television when she's obviously on drugs, but the world is coming to an end if the kids

Ok, ok. I know we're all trying to just move on after the election, and no one wants to talk about it anymore. Kinda like the whole Yankees/BoSox disaster a month ago. I still hurt over that. But one of my co-workers at the toy store keeps rubbing salt in the wound over the whole baseball thing, so I shall drag my election coverage out just a little bit more. Therefore, I leave you all with this wonderfully comforting quote sent to me by a colleague (the same one responsible for the "Jesusland" map): "As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron." H.L. Mencken (1880-1956) I doubt anyone could have worded it more beautifully.

So I just woke up from this dream I had where I was making out with Jesse Metcalfe (hott gardener boy from "Desperate Housewives," formerly Miguel on "Passions"). In a church. He had a tounge ring. And his name was Tommy for some reason. I don't remember what he was wearing, but I was wearing a push up bra with a wife beater and one of those stupid short ruffly skirts that were popular all summer long. From what I remember, the push-up bra came in handy because I put the twins to some good use by using them to convince him to make out with me. (There's this new push-up bra by Victoria's Secret that I keep seeing on TV and I want one) There was a whole conversation of dialouge before...which turned into really ridiculous flirting. I was apparently very coy and witty. I kept leaving him tounge-tied. I wish I remember what I said. Well, I actually remember the last bit of convo before the make-out stuff began. Tommy: Please, don't make me beg. Me (O

I came to a scary realization just a few minutes ago. My life, which was insanity at 100 miles an hour, has screeched to a dangerous halt. I figured this out in another one of my half-assed attempts to clean my room. During today's archeological dig I unearthed: -just about every single parking receipt from my travels to NYC -some weekly train passes -pay stubs from the theatrical management company, The Evil Place, and KB Toys -schedule printouts from The Evil Place -an application for monthly parking at the train station -at least 6 credit card applications -receipts from my end-of-summer shopping sprees -the boxes from the...(counting) 6 pairs of shoes I have bought since beginning work in the city And I haven't even cleared off my bed. One one hand, I should be happy that I only have one job to concentrate on. It's a paying, full time job with somewhat consistent hours that's really close to home. No more sitting in traffic, no more rushing to

yeah, so the guy who I said was too stupid to have bought the frogger games for his house really was too stupid for them. He forgot to put the batteries in the damn things. I repeat: he never installed the friggin batteries. I even asked him yesterday if he put the batteries in and was the little red light on. Twice. Sigh. Bought The Sims and a used memory card for the Cube today. I even got a discount card that allows me to save 10% on all used games and accessories for my Game Cube. I was so happy to find out that I can save even more money! That just motivates me to spend more. I spied a copy of Simpsons Road Rage that is now on my list of games to own. Hee hee. I think I'm creating a monster. Speaking of creating monsters (otherwise known as most abstract segue ever), I'm not too happy with Eminem's forthcoming album. Ok. I just have to explain the segue because I thought it was so genius. The first words of the Eminem song "Without Me" ar

I feel old. Then again, it's easy to feel old when you work with high school kids. And yes, I refer to them as "the kids." Just like my Shoestring babies, except I make no claim to these lazy kids that work at the store. A good majority of them are football players. One of them came in today and was trying to figure out why his last time punch was at 5 something at night when he left at 10 that evening. I told him it was because he forgot to punch out. But he still kept trying to figure it out. I told him to stop thinking before he hurt himself. Wow, I can really be mean sometimes. We laughed at a person who asked if there was a dollar store in the mall. Like seriously laughed out loud at her. That was kinda mean too, but if you knew my mall, you'd know that hell would have to freeze over before they put a dollar store in it. I also played tech support for a guy who was too fucking stupid to have bought the Frogger games for his house. There are these new

Here I sit on a friday night, listening to my mp3s and giving my thumbs a break from playing Game Cube. I just bought a Game Cube a few weeks ago as a present to myself for surviving the summer with only a few noticeable scars. Any damage done to my stomach should have repaired itself by now, and the election didn't make me relapse. I digress (as always). So I traded in my archaic Playstation (that I owned for only about a year) for a gently used Game Cube and shelled out the cash to buy this spiffy new game called Donkey Konga. It's essentially Dance Dance Revolution for your hands. Of course, using the bongos that come with the game gets a bit noisy, so I've ben using the controller to play the game. Make way for carpal tunnel!!!! This game is so addictive to me that I can sit and play for 2 hours straight and not realize that 2 hours have gone by. It's pretty sad. Then again, it's nice to play video games again. I'm already thinking about what games

new_map Originally uploaded by pr1ncess8304 . Apparently I won't have to move to Canada after all. According to this map, I already live there!

I am ashamed of John Kerry. He should have held out. I would have waited until every vote was counted. Excuse my language here: John Kerry, you're a fucking pussy. You let America down. You let us down. The millions of people across this nation who voted for you had the right idea. We all need change, we need to heal. You were supposed to be the band-aid that helped. And you failed us all. How are we supposed to encourage America's youth to vote when our voices won't be heard? The youth vote leaned for Kerry. BTW, young people in America should be ashamed. There was no overall increase in the youth vote, and it really could have helped. Thanks-a-fucking-lot. I'm telling you all right now. When the next big thing happens and we're all hurting more than we are now, remember who's in office. Remember who was allowed to stay there. In one way or another, we're going to suffer for the mistakes of the dumbass bible thumping homophobic misogynistic

OK. Someone please explain to me why this is happening. Why do I live in the richest nation in the world, the supposedly most powerful one, and it's full of fucking idiots?!? I don't understand how the majority of this nation allows itself to be so ignorant of what has happened over the past four years. Didn't I say three years ago that going to war was a bad idea? Look at us now: we're stuck in Iraq for 4 more years. Bush lied about the whole "no draft" thing, just as he's lied about everything else. Eventually he'll have no choice but to reinstate the draft. He will do it. I live in a country that claims to be the last bastion of freedom and democracy; a place where everyone has equal rights. Every state that had a gay marriage referendum voted against it. The right of a population of this country (however small it may be) has been denied. And they're going to reverse Roe v. Wade. Bush made it clear in the third debate tha he is against a