THE SKY IS FALLING!

Actually, I'm lying... I hope.

The sky is not falling, but it certainly feels that way every time Facebook gets it in their head that we need changes to make our lives "better" or something. It's always interesting to me to see the reactions people have when there are Facebook changes. Most people flip out. Then there are the cocky people on the sidelines who mock the people who flip out. I personally can see it both ways. Change is scary and scary usually = bad. However, the inevitable changes shouldn't be a big deal. Facebook is not the world. Remember outside? You know, it's the place where your mother sent you to go play when you were little. I realize that most of us are stuck in class/work all day and the opportunities to do fun things are small, but just because Facebook has games does not mean that it's fun. There are so many places online that you can use for entertainment if you're bored at work.

On the flipside, I do understand the concerns that people have about their privacy. With the privacy settings changing every other week (or so it seems) and with a growing number of people using Facebook, what used to be shared with just our college friends is now more likely to be accidentally found by anyone. Especially for those of us who have been on Facebook since we started college 6-7 years ago, the majority of our adult lives has been chronicled on Facebook. Let's be real. There's a lot that happens in college that we might not want everyone in the world to accidentally stumble upon because Facebook changed their privacy settings and some tiny check box in your settings automatically set itself to be unchecked.

So, is the sky falling? Not really. Do you have to love Facebook? Definitely not. I think the best way to look at this whole situation is to realize that moderation is key. Updating your status every hour probably isn't necessary... or healthy.

I do wonder what goes on at Facebook on the days that they roll out changes. I like to imagine a bunch of guys wearing zip-up hoodies sitting around chuckling at all of us plebeians of the world freaking out over something that probably doesn't have much of an effect on our lives in the long run. In the meantime Tom from Myspace is crying into his cat's fur while doing shots of gin... or at least that's what I think, but I have a very active imagination.

*Note* I realize the irony in me posting a link to this on my Facebook page, but let's be real. I have 800some Facebook friends thanks to being in two different marching bands and chaperoning trips for exchange students for three years. My Twitter and Google+ accounts have about 100 people each. You do the math.

EDIT: Turns out that the sky might be falling after all. I blame Facebook.

it was just like we were flying

Howdy.

I'm back... again. As it turns out, I still have things to say. Plus I watched Julie and Julia with my boyfriend last week and that always makes me want to blog. Now I just need to figure out how to say what I want to say in a way that makes sense to all of you wonderful people.

Let's start with the boring stuff.  School! Actually, school is interesting to me, but I'm having a hard time staying focused on it this semester. It seems like so much has happened since the last time I was in school, way back in April, and I'm not quite finished with my summertime mentality. However, I'm starting to adapt back into my academic ways now that stuff is due and I haven't done the stuff and I'm freaking out all the time because of the stuff. I love books, but I'm starting to worry if this career path I've chosen won't make me hate books the way being a music major made me hate playing my flute. That would be sad.

I think mentally handicapped llamas are secretly inside my computer making it suck at working. Seriously, the lag when I type is the most irritating thing. Hello, typos.

Interesting stuff. I have a boyfriend now! He's amazing and makes me so happy. I have a fantastic feeling about him. I keep having these, "Oh, so THAT's how you should feel when you're talking with/hanging out with/laughing with your boyfriend!" I'm turning into one of THOSE people that I normally hate because they're so damn cute with their significant other. It's also doing wonders for my stress levels! I'm so much calmer now than I was a year ago. Except that I want to hang out with him all of the time instead of working on school stuff. Then I freak out. See paragraph two.

Awesome. Thinking about stress has caused me to become even more stressed. Time for a beer!

Mrs. Obama approves of my life.

~ Christine

I'm Addicted to You, Don't You Know That You're Toxic?

Words!

I'm not really sure what I put in my last entry. Probably not a good sign, but I'll just chalk it up to being super duper busy. Quick update on my lappy: It's STILL dead. I'm still waiting to hear back from the magical people who can recover data from broken hard drives. I'm also still waiting for Asus to resend me a new recovery disc. If I had known that it was going to take them this long, I would have saved myself the $60 and just hunted for it in my apartment in Kent (which I'll be back in for one night only on Thursday). Oh well. Live, learn, and back up your data! I might get that tattooed on my arm. Kidding.

Onto happier topics... I'm 24 now! Not so happy, but whatever. I'll fake it. I'm also having a lot of sinus pain, thanks to to weather being cold, then really warm, then cold and snowing and sleeting, then warm enough to melt the snow, then GIANT THUNDERSTORMS OF DOOM (and flooding), and now we're back to cold, but no snow. I kind of want to take the state of Ohio and slap it in the face like Katherine did to Casey on last week's episode of Greek. Pick a weather and stick with it! I can only use the steroid spray so often!

Now for an actual happy topic: I'm going to Boston in a week and a half! And now the creepers are checking their calendars... because the Eastern trip isn't for another two and a half weeks, and Boston's the end of that trip. Shock! Awe! Is it magic? HOW DOES SHE DO IT? I'm going with the Flyer Pep Band alumni to play at a couple of hockey games for Merrimack College. I know, right? That's totally wack! To be perfectly honest, I'm not entirely sure how this all has worked out, but I think the gist of it is that collegiate pep band directors do each other more favors than the mob. And the actual FPB is off at the A-10 tournament. So now I get to spend a weekend in Boston with some of my favorite people from UD, and I don't have to pay for it! Our flight is paid for, and so is our hotel. We may even get a daily food stipend, which would be the only thing I'd have to pay for. Of course, this isn't spring break for me or anything, so I'll still have to work on school stuff. My plan is to work my ass off before I leave so I won't have to do a lot while I'm gone, plus if I don't have my lappy back by then, I won't be able to work on stuff anyway! So I'm going to be SUPER duper busy again, but it's totally going to be worth it. If you tell me I get to travel, and I'll spend next to nothing, I'll go. Doesn't matter what I have to do, I'll go tap dance on Elvis' grave if I get to go somewhere!

The rabbit keeps glaring at me and yawning, so I should probably get to bed. In addition to getting all of my school crap done, I still have some stuff in Katie's room, plus I have a little bit of stuff to do in my own room too. In a way, not having my laptop right now is a blessing in disguise. I have very few distractions at the ready!

~ Christine

Where I've Been, or, How My Life Has Gone to The Birds

Yo. (I've taken to saying 'Yo' a lot. It's the new leaf in me.) Speaking of Yo, I just realized that I forgot to watch Chelsea Lately and it's currently 11:32. Damn.

I realize it's been a month since I've blogged. So I'm going to play catch-up.

1. I'm officially transferring to Kent SLIS Columbus for next year. Kent, Ohio has to be the most abysmal place I've been, and I've been to a lot of really lousy places, including a week in West Virginia where it rained every day and all of our activities were outside, resulting in playing the same four board games over and over. Kent was worse. I was miserable there, and after all of the work I did trying to figure out how to make myself happy after I broke up with Bill last year, I basically took four giant leaps backwards. Being at home has helped because I'm around people all of the time, but there's no way I can go back. As soon as I realized at the end of Christmas break that I would do anything in my power to avoid going back, I knew that it was over for Kent and me. To be perfectly honest, there's still a lot of things about me that I need to improve mentally, and I think that not having that much alone time day after day is going to help me. So, it's back to old Columbus town for me!

2. I have to have sinus surgery. I've been having issues with my sinuses since last summer, and it's gotten worse and worse as time has gone on. So after a slew of doctor's appointments, allergy medicines, decongestants, and nasal sprays, it was determined by a CT scan that I had a cyst on my maxillary sinus that was causing the headaches. Then I was referred to an ENT specialist who told me that in addition to the cyst, I also have a deviated septum (which I've assumed about myself for years) and my turbine sinuses aren't formed correctly. I'm having surgery to fix all three things at once sometime in May. With school being so chaotic, I can't afford to be out of commission for even one day, and recovery can take up to a week. I have a couple more months of suffering, but then I'll most likely be pain free, as long as I take care of my sinuses. Which means no more hookah or secondhand smoke. I try to avoid the smoke anyway since I was told years ago that I have an allergy to it, but the hookah thing makes me sad since that's a social thing for my friends here. I'm not taking any chances with this though. I know someone (who will remain nameless, at least on the interwebs) who has caused sinus pains and infections after their surgery by smoking after recovering. No thanks. The only surgery I've had was getting my wisdom teeth removed when I was 14, and from what I remember, I was in pain for a few days afterwards because the pain meds made me nauseated. I'd like to avoid having the same surgery twice, please!

The funny thing is that I'm really hoping they don't have to reshape my nose too much. I actually like the way my nose looks. It's distinctive, and it's a family trait! We all have the same nose (my mom used to, before her own sinus surgery in her early 20s) and it's really grown on me. My 13 year old self is probably kicking and screaming right now, but all of the hurtful things that people have said to me over the years about it (*ahem* shark fin) have only given me a solid reason to hate guys who are legitimate douchebags. Now that I think about it, the only people who have ever made fun of me for my nose have been guys. Wow. Where do I meet all of these assholes?

3. Speaking of my nose, I'm a baroness. For years, we've always heard that we're distantly related to some German nobility, but my mom and I couldn't remember the details. So we asked my grandma last week, and lo and behold, my great-grandma was a baroness. Apparently when my grandma and her brother were growing up, if they misbehaved, my Oma would threaten to tell the Baron on them. They assumed she was just messing with them, like how you tell kids to behave because Santa's watching (sorry if I burst any bubbles). After my Oma passed, away, my great-uncle Joe went through some of her papers, and discovered that when my Oma threatened to tell the Baron, she meant her father. So she was a baroness, and that makes all of her descendants either barons or baronesses. There's a different term for it in German, I think it's Freiherr for baron and Freiin for baronesses. Of course, there's no nobility in Germany anymore, so there aren't any privileges, other than bragging rights. The title just gets absorbed into my family name. Did you know that Jamie Lee Curtis is technically a baroness through marriage? This is even more awesome than the time I figured out that there are only five degrees of separation between myself and Kevin Bacon!

Oh right, I should probably explain why nose = baroness. It's pretty simple. My nose is known as the "Noe Nose." My Oma's maiden name was Noe, and all Noes have this nose. Nobility is pretty notorious for some intense inbreeding. Now that I know that our family has a history of nobility, it makes sense that somewhere along the line, there were some hinky things going on, and ta-da! We have a genetically dominant nose! It's also why if you take pictures of my great-grandma, my grandma, my mom and her sister, and myself and my sister, there are some frightening similarities. I've actually mistaken my mother for myself in pictures, that's how similar we look. I've been told by several family members that when I style my hair a certain way, I'm a dead ringer for my Oma. The downside to all of this is that we all have deviated septums, but hey, between a deviated septum and webbed toes, I'd rather have the funky sinuses.

4. My lappy is dead. It's complicated and I'm tired, so I don't want to go too far into details but it's been dying for several days. Today was the end for it. I ran a scan on Saturday and I have some corrupt Windows files, plus my hard drive has started to eat data (I suddenly gained 25 GB of free space without deleting anything), and this morning Windows refused to load. It's in the care of the Geek Squad guys, and I'm praying that they can fix it because I've already dropped almost $400 to back any data they can and to figure out what's wrong. If I need a new hard drive, that's going to be extra. I was pretty psyched about having a little extra money going into the Eastern trip this year, since I'm saving money by not driving an hour and a half once a week to see friends, and I don't have to buy groceries, but almost all of that extra money is gone now. Technically, it's not even my money, it's my student loan money! And of course I'm in all online classes this semester. Not having a computer is killing me. Luckily, my procrastination prevented me from starting on any of the assignments I have due this week before today, so I haven't lost anything of that nature. And my parents got a brand new computer on Friday, so that's what I've been working on all day (and where I'm writing this). I'm sure they'd like to be able to use their new computer some more, and I know my dad has work to do in transferring old files, but in the meantime I need to not flunk out of grad school.

I've spent entirely too long writing this, but after a month of not blogging, I had a lot of stuff bottled up! I have no idea when I'll be able to post again since my third class is starting on Monday and I'm struggling to stay on top of things with just two classes. Plus, I don't have a computer right now. OY!

~ Christine

P.S. Did you catch that I ended this entry with a palindrome of the word I started it with? Bam, I'm awesome. And sleepy.

I dream of B.D. Wong

It's been awhile since I've had a crack dream. Or at least it's been awhile since I've blogged about a crack dream.

Last night's edition was a flashback to my high school days. I was getting ready for school in the morning (read: it was pitch black outside) and two guys came to my house, saying that they needed to install a software update on our computer. I was confused, but before I had a chance to say no, they sat down at the home computer, which was on the front porch, and installed some program. Right after they installed it, I realized they were up to no good, and checked to see what they did. Lo and behold, they had installed a worm that destroyed everything on all of our computers, and everything on all of the Worthington Police Department computers too. Naturally, I flipped out and called the cops. The evil computer guys didn't even try to escape; they just knew they had been caught. I was so embarrassed when the cops showed up that I had let these two idiots destroy everything, and I ran upstairs to hide in my bedroom.

I looked out of my bedroom window, and there was a swarm of cops on our front porch and lawn. One of them was B.D. Wong! For anyone who's lived in a vacuum, or anyone who doesn't like cop shows, he's an actor on Law & Order: SVU. Exhibit A:

Anyway, B.D. Wong had been given the task of changing all of our usernames and passwords, in case the evil computer guys had found a way to steal those and break into our email accounts. He gave me a piece of paper with all of our new information, and for a second, I thought we had been given new identities. Anyway, he made me feel less guilty about letting those guys install the worm, and he brought up the good point that it was my parents' fault for putting our computer on the front porch.

I now *heart* B.D. Wong!

~ Christine

I'm not cocky, I just love myself... BITCH

- Sometimes when I stumble, I listen to Christina Aguilera and I feel instantly better about myself.
- The "Bun Bun Bunny Bun" video never fails to make me smile. Ditto for "Shopping Penguin".
- The website I used last summer and fall to watch back episodes of NCIS and Army Wives no longer links to active websites that host videos... at least not in the US. Not even Megavideo. Damn government. I mean, I get it and all, but there needs to be more showings of TV shows on air currently. USA replays the same group of about 60 episodes of NCIS. Not cool.
- I'm still waiting for the season 8 season pass of NCIS to come out on iTunes. Like hell am I going to pay over $50 at the end of the season!
- I have had a constant headache all day. Usually I'm the girl who's begging for the TV to be louder, and for once I was the one who would steal the remote and turn the volume down. I'm being forced into going to the doctor tomorrow without insurance. Thanks parents (and I mean that genuinely. I take crappy care of myself sometimes)!
- We got a phone call about an hour ago (from Boeing, which threw me for a loop) from my cousin Joe, telling us that our Tante Vina had passed away about an hour ago. For anyone who cares, Tante Vina was my Uncle Joe's first wife. He was the one who passed away when I was in Europe and my family didn't tell me until several days after I got home. Anyway, I haven't seen Tante Vina in years. She's been sick, and everytime there was a memorial service for my Uncle Joe, I couldn't make it. But she's always stayed in touch with my family, especially my Grandma, and she always sent us cards and little gifts for our birthdays and graduations. August as a month in general is just a shitty month. NO ONE ELSE IS ALLOWED TO DIE IN AUGUST. EVER.
- Oh wow... I'm starting to feel sleepy. I'm going to take advantage of this rare opportunity and say goodnight!

~ Christine

I think it's time we fill the empty chair

I think I'm suffering from blogging burnout. I really didn't expect to not write anything for more than a week. Well, I'm back now! *evil laugh*

I am in a funk. I've decided that I hate almost all people, for a variety of reasons, but mostly because they're all stupid. And I don't want to be around them. Everyone just irritates me right now. I'm sick of people who think that they're being helpful, when they're actually just being giant pains-in-the-asses. I need to get away, and not with 70 youth exchange students. I've always wanted to go somewhere alone, and 2010 has to be the year for that to happen. I've decided. I don't know where I'm going, but it's going to be somewhere without bitches.

On that note, I am happy to be going on the Western Trip, but I don't feel as prepared as I was for the Eastern Trip. Probably because I've never done this trip, and there are many places that I've never been on this itinerary. I decided about a week before the Disney trip that I was going, but that wasn't a big deal because I've been to Disney World so many times. It's not even that I'm nervous, I'm just worried. Normally, I would be 100% gung-ho about it, which I was about a week ago. But I've been feeling so blah and down in the dumps lately, I just don't know if I have the mental stamina to survive a two week trip. I just have to shake off these bad feelings I've been having. 

This is one of those times that I really wish I was still in a relationship. I have so much more that I need to say, but can't write online, and I feel like no one else ever REALLY listens to me. I don't care who you are, or what you argue about this, no matter what, you've ignored me or put your needs before mine at some point (like I'm sure I've done to you too) and I need to be loved unconditionally. That hasn't happened yet. Anyway, I wish I was in a relationship because I need someone who will actually listen to me.

And now my fucking internet keeps crapping out on me, so who knows when I'll actually be able to post this. ARGH.

~Christine


EDIT: Double thanks goes out to my baby brother for resetting our router and therefore fixing the internet, and for chatting with me and saving me from going to my dark place. Now, I'm going back to watching NCIS, just to make sure that the dark place stays away.

I blame the rain for this one...

Today has just been random, so that's how this entry is going to go: randomly.

- I have burned my tongue somehow in the last 24 hours or so. I don't remember burning it, or possibly biting it very hard, but since after dinner last night, it's felt funny. Like how when you burn your tongue on a hot drink, there's that weird smooth spot where you've burned off some taste buds. It's not a good feeling, and it hurts. I blame the chicken... mostly because I have nothing else to blame.

- I worked out this morning for the first time since I started my now old job. It felt GOOD. First of all, I woke up very angry this morning because I realized that all of the apologetic feelings I had yesterday are complete bullshit. So what did I do? I biked my ass off, figuratively and hopefully literally. I love biking when I'm really pissed off at the world. Almost as much as I love blasting Linkin Park on my car stereo when it's sunny AND I'm pissed off at the world.

- Speaking of la voiture, the nice people at Firestone called this afternoon with good news! They were able to fix my car by giving me an oil change and using a heavier oil (a 10 something versus a 5 something) and that was enough to not trip the low oil pressure detector thing in my car. Apparently even with the old oil in, it wasn't actually low enough to cause problems, but it was lower. So they gave me the oil change for free since it was related to a previous problem they had supposedly fixed, and then they noticed that I needed new wiper blades, so they installed a new pair. All in all, I got a repaired car, an oil change, and new wiper blades for $32! It was a very good day. Now I just need to get the paint chip issue fixed.

- I felt like purging again today, so I uninstalled all of my The Sims 3 games and custom content and then reinstalled the game. Now I have no saved families, no custom content, and I freed up a lot of space on my hard drive. It's hard once you install custom content to tell if it's something you're going to really use a lot or not. And even then, it's almost impossible to go back and find the correct files if it's something you don't want. I've had the game for almost a year, so I thought it was a good time for this.

- I miss last summer in a very weird way. I hated the last bit of it, but in a lot of ways, I liked it. I was free to do what I wanted, when I wanted (unless I had class or work). But I didn't have to say where I was going or for how long. And I could eat what I wanted when I wanted. I miss my green tea and my Diet V8 Splash! And my multigrain bread! Mmmm... tasty!

- I am a human emotional yo-yo. Part of me is like this: "FIND A GOOD MAN. FALL IN LOVE. GET MARRIED. MAKE BABIES. RAISE CHILDREN. BECOME MIDDLE AGED."

And the other part of me is like this: "GET YOUR MASTER'S. MOVE TO D.C. BECOME AN AWESOME LIBRARIAN IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. FIND A GOOD MAN WHO ISN'T INTIMIDATED BY YOUR OBVIOUS INTELLECTUAL PROWESS. IGNORE HIM FOR YOUR JOB. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU IGNORED HIM. GET MARRIED. KEEP WORKING. HAVE ONE CHILD WHEN YOU'RE APPROACHING 40. BECOME MIDDLE AGED."

I know, obviously one of these sounds more fun than the other. But I have a very strong maternal instinct, and although I love learning and being viewed as an intelligent human being, I want to be a mom, and I want to be a mom at a young enough age to have the energy to deal with kids. I wish that I could do everything, or that I could hit a pause button on the progression of time so that I wouldn't have to stress over not being able to do everything. I am all about equality, but this is just one of those things that guys will never have to deal with, and I hate them for that. I hate that if I want to find a husband, I have to do it when I'm young and pretty, because no one wants an older woman. Cougar material I am not. But guys can wait until they're 40 because even then they'll still be able to snag some ho-bag of a 22 year-old coed. It's horribly unfair.

Unfortunately, since I have no man at my side, my decision's been made for me. It just scares me that there are gorgeous, intelligent, young women who aren't much older than me who aren't even dating, let alone finding the man of their dreams. What if I never get married? Scoff if you want, but I don't want to die alone. I know I have my "My Best Friend's Wedding" pact with Phil, but marrying your gay best friend is very different than marrying your best friend who you love. I want the latter. I keep trying to force myself into a situation where I date someone and then I try to make them my best friend, but it doesn't work that way. You're supposed to want to be around that person the majority of the time. Where is my person?

~Christine

you think the BBC is trying to embarrass you with sex scenes?

I made a giant, colossal, huge mess of things. It's not entirely my fault, because I truly felt like I was doing the right thing, except that I was mistaken (again) and I made things worse instead of preventing something awful from happening. I don't know what else to do, except continue to apologize, and I hate not being able to do anything. So now, I'm just laying low. It has been a very long and emotionally draining day, and I have suspicions that my bad mood has been rubbing off on the people around me.

Anyway, my previous job ended on Tuesday. I kind of miss it, even though I spent most of the time wanting it to be over. It really was nice to feel like a productive person and have something to do for 8 hours of the day. Plus, I wasn't obligated to ruin my weekends with babysitting jobs. Not that I don't mind babysitting, but it was nice to have a regular work schedule.

I tried bubble tea for the first time last night! I had no idea what to expect... turns out it's just a smoothie with tapioca pearls in it. The smoothie part was fantastic. The tapioca... well, I made some interesting faces the first few times I encountered a pearl. But eventually I got used to it. It's definitely something I'll be having again.

Gertie's in the shop again. I'm hopeful that this won't be too hard or expensive to fix. My check oil light problem is still happening, and the guy at Firestone told me that they had just fixed another Chrysler with the same problem and what they did for that guy worked well. But if it's not fixed, then I'll need to take it to a dealership to have them flush the engine. And if that doesn't work, well, let's just hope that it gets fixed. I love my car, even though she's caused me a lot of trouble in the last 7 months. But she's still my baby!

Okay, this was a stretch for me to do tonight... I'm going to go back to watching Coupling for hours on end.

~Christine

ennui

Hi.

This weather really sucks. I don't like the rain when I'm already in a bad mood. Rain is supposed to be there when you've been in a really good mood for such a long time that you need the rain to knock you down a notch. Let's make a list!

Emotions Christine is Feeling Right Now:

- sad

- bored

- pain (I have a headache)

- antsy

- stressed

- tired

- angsty

And finally...

- ENNUI

For those of you who were not blessed enough to watch Gilmore Girls when it was on TV, here is a clip explaining what ennui is:

That is me in a nutshell right now. I'm not entirely sure why, I had a lot of fun this afternoon with Brenda, Jackie, and Dustin, but then I got home and it was like WHOOMP! EnnuiMonster! I think it's partially because I've been disappointed a lot lately and I'm getting really tired of it. Nothing seems to really be going my way, and unfortunately I can't do a damn thing to make things go my way.

I want my financial aid packet from Kent State. I want my car to not be a lousy piece of crap. I've noticed now that even when I'm in other people's car, I automatically tense up when we stop at traffic lights because I've trained myself to check to see if the check oil light is on when I'm stopped. I'm tired of being broke all of the time. I want to be able to buy things and fix things, but without money, you can't do anything. I'm also deathly afraid that I won't be able to go to grad school at all next year because of the money.

I'm tired of being lonely all the time. For the last 6 months in my relationship with Bill, we barely saw each other, and we really should have seen each other more often. Scratch that, we should have WANTED to see each other more often. Sadly, our relationship was healthier when he was in Denver. I just want to be in a relationship where the guy makes an effort. It's really done a number on my self-confidence. I am done pulling the wagon. He has to help! (and by 'he' I mean the hypothetical male figure that doesn't exist) I mean really, what the hell is with guys today? They've gotten lazy because now that us women are all independent thinkers who make the first move, they think that they don't ever have to make the first move. That's not the case! Some of us women have gotten burnt out and we deserve a break. As much as I'm all for women's rights, sometimes I wish we were back in the days where girls waited for the guys to call them to ask them out. None of this texting/Facebook/IM business. None of this elusive crap when the girl asks the guy out, because guys are so much harder to read than girls. Guys, if you can't tell when a girl is interested in you, you don't deserve her. (ironically, "Tell Him" by Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand just came on my iTunes. that's the problem RIGHT THERE.) Anyway, I want a simpler time. If a guy calls you and asks you to dinner on Friday night, he's interested in you. Plain and simple. But if a girls calls a guy and asks him to dinner on Friday night, it could be as friends, or it could be a romantic thing, or worse, one person could think it's a friend thing and the other could think it's a romantic thing. THIS IS WHY WE NEED LABELS. They suck because they make men all anxious and weird because they all have commitment issues (and many women do too, let's be fair) but sometimes you just need to get it all out on the table.

Can you tell I'm in my man-hating phase? Actually, it's more of a love/hate phase. Hate for all of the previous reasons stated, but love because I'm lonely and I'm definitely a relationship person.

And now for today's installment of NAUGHTY HAIKU:

It's not so much naughty, as it is angsty, but that's just how I am right now. Suck on that!

~Christine

hail the sunshine!

I'm back from the expensive land known as the East Coast! Actually, I did very well with my money on this trip. I bought a few souvenirs, which I wasn't planning on doing originally, but it's really hard to go to NYC and not buy a t-shirt... or three. And I bought a shot glass from the Library of Congress in DC. I figure that as a future librarian, it could come in handy.

Speaking of, I found out while sitting in Cafe Dello Sport in Bahston that I got into Kent State! Yay! This means that I'm eligible to be considered for an assistantship. So that's a giant elephant off of my shoulders.

In other news, I thought that Gertie (my car) was fixed, and for not a lot of money either, but it turns out that she isn't. The check oil light problem is still going strong. Womp womp. So hopefully I can get her back to the shop soon because this is ridonkulous. I want to not be nervous every time I press on the brakes!

Oh yes, I got the okay from my doctor about my potential illness(es). But in the meantime I've developed an infection in my foot from walking around in the pouring rain in DC last week. Somebody has completely shit on my coats.

Today would have been my Grandpa's 84th birthday, so we're going to a memorial Mass for him tonight and then out to dinner. Yippee. Can you feel my enthusiasm? To be perfectly honest, I have enough emotions already, I don't need any more. At least it's gorgeous outside today. I've been bitten by the traveling bug already again, and I'm ready to go away somewhere. Never mind that I just got home on Sunday evening. Traveling is like crack for me. Except it doesn't normally make me skinny or give me night sweats. But yeah, springtime always makes me want to go places. I gotta be freeeeeeeee!

~Christine

let's shake things up a bit, shall we?

I have exciting news! First, my parents gave me an iPod stereo for my birthday and I love it! Now I won't have to bear with my laptop's speakers when I listen to my thunderstorm noise at night. Instead, I get the full advantage of the iHome's Reson8 technology! BOOM! Second, I 'discovered' why Google Chrome is amazing, and I now want to spend loads of time online! Even though my internet connection here at home blows goat testicles, the pages load so much faster that it feels like I'm getting more accomplished before I lose my connection!

In celebration, I have started a tumblr page! The address is: (drum roll - no! TAMBOURINE THUMB ROLL please!)

http://popgoestheculture.tumblr.com/

Shocking, it'll be about pop culture-esque findings. Fear not, young Bloggers, for I will not abandon Free of Heinous Bitches. No doubt, there will still be bitches. Pop Goes The Culture will be freer of my personal life details, and FOHB will continue to be my mindless ramblings of a sometimes too-personal nature.

Which reminds me, the other day on Facebook, I saw where someone (anonymous!) had posted that they didn't believe that Martin Luther King Jr. was a hero. Uhhhhh WHAT?

My favorite black man (Bill Cosby, for anyone who's lived under a rock for the last 72 years) is giving you a "Bitch, please" moment. Let's just go ahead and throw 99% of the Catholic saints into that "not a hero category" as well. They only died for what they believed in. I guess some people prefer having the higher drinking fountain.

Anywho, as much as I love the Olympics, I am SO happy that regular TV is coming back this week. In celebration, I am going to attempt to make something ridiculous happen in each of the shows that I watch on a fairly regular basis. They won't actually happen, but I can at least throw the ideas out there, right?

Greek

Since I just watched it 2.5 hours ago, we'll start with ABC Family's longest running series! My thought is that Rusty should knock up Catherine and that Dale should get an STD. Also, Casey should drop out of school RIGHT NOW and run away to live with Cappie at another college's Kappa Tau house.

NCIS

I know, I've done this before. But let's just be RULL SILLY. (I have no idea why I have the urge to write in caps so much) I watched the season 6 DVD commentaries with Michael Weatherly (who is HIL-AR-IOUS, bee tee dubs) and even he acknowledged the neediness of Tony when it comes to Gibbs' approval. In fact, at one point, he went so far as to say that Gibbs should just kiss Tony. Instead, he bitched Tony out. So yes, all you weird slash people, Gibbs and Tony should just stop fighting the feeling and have a little rendezvous. Also, McGee should have amnesia. Nothing against McGee, but I want to see how McBrainiac would fare without his precious knowledge of everything.

16 & Pregnant/Teen Mom

This one isn't a silly thought, but more of a legitimate complaint. I want there to be ONE decent baby daddy on the show. Also, the whole tension between baby momma's parents and the baby daddy is getting old. I want there to be one episode where the teens are prep school, Harvard-Yale types who have financially stable parents who get along with everyone and the guy respects people and is a halfway decent father. Also, the girl ISN'T a cheerleader, and is a decent mother. Just. One. Episode. That's all I ask.

Property Virgins

I know, I know... but I really love HGTV. I want the homebuyers to be in agreement with each other over what they want out of a house. Also, they need to be at least 40 years old. There are late bloomers out there!

The Office

This one's hard because just about everything bizzare has happened on this show, to the point where it's not so funny anymore. Which is why I'm ready for it to be cancelled. Sooo, I'll say that I want there to be an episode that's told entirely from the POV of Creed Bratton.

Mmmm... this thunderstorm noise is getting to me... night all!

~Christine

this one's a rambler! reel her in!

Hi all,

At the incessant prodding of my dearlingest, darlingest younger sister, I'm writing again in the same week! Woo! I thought about making an organized entry about each of the links on the side, but I've decided that you should just look at them because they're all awesome. 'Nuff said.

And then she turns off of the road of normalcy and onto the foottrail of insanity...

Hi again! Time for some rambling! So here's the dillyo: remember about a week ago when I said that I needed to hire to people to fix my life? It turns out that my sister actually has some of those people. We were talking earlier and we noticed that we both refer to our doctors by the body parts they fix (Dr. Tummy, Dr. Brain, Dr. Foot, Dr. Vagina, etc.). I mean really, who has the time to keep track of their names? You know what they need to fix and generally as they're poking and prodding at that body part, you remember what they look like. So even though my podiatrist's name is Dr. Mehl, he will always be Dr. Foot to me because I remember the intense amount of pain he caused my foot. Yes, I have a podiatrist. Yes, I am quite possibly the youngest patient in that office. No, I am not a Golden Buckeye. Katie also pointed out that when she refers to Dr. Brain as Dr. Brain to people outside our family, they think she's insane. She's not insane (at least not from that.... HAHAHA I LUFF YOU PUGGLE!), but about a year and a half ago she was diagnosed with intercranial hypertension aka pseudotumors. Basically the pressure in her brain is off and it builds up in certain areas (like in her case, on her optical nerve) and it causes the brain to think that it has tumors. Fun stuff.

Why do I feel like I'm constantly blogging about doctors? I feel like my Grandma. I know! I'll tell you all about my experience with the other end of the spectrum of life today! I babysat the world's cutest baby! I love how babies smell. It's like formula and powder and laundry detergent all rolled into one chubby package. As much as I like the preschool age, babies are a thousand times easier in some ways. Also, girls>boys. BY FAR. I hope I don't have more than one boy someday when I grow up. They are rambunctious and they always want to take off their clothes. I don't understand that one. Little girls never want to show off their privates. It's like males are chemically told to boast about their (little) man bits from an early age. Therefore, boys are dumb. GIRL POWER!

I love HGTV. I don't know if I've mentioned that before, but I could (and have) watch(ed) that channel for hours on end. I love love love House Hunters, especially when it's rich Southerners. I've decided that if I can't be black, I want to be a rich Southerner. I want to live in a giant house in Mobile or San Antonio or Atlanta and I want to sit in my air conditioned bonus room and drink a mint julep while I watch the kiddies play in the pool. Actually, HGTV is good when I'm babysitting too, because if the kids wake up and wander down to the room where the TV is, I never run a risk of there being something not appropriate for them to see/hear. Honestly, is there any show on MTV or E! that's below TV-14? Doubtful. But with HGTV, I'm learning life skills (like that wallpaper and paint can be easily fixed, but it's much more difficult to add on another room) and I get to look at pretty houses while I'm in a pretty house! Houses have always fascinated me. When I was little, I would draw out floorplans on drawing paper, even showing where the furniture would go. And look at me playing The Sims 1, 2, and 3 for the last decade! My favorite part (other than torturing people) is building and decorating houses!

I feel like this is a sufficient post to satisy Katie's bitching. Plus, my sketchy-ass internet has died on me about four times while writing this, so I'm going to go now before I lose my ramblings. Wouldn't that be sad, right? RIGHT?

~Christine

Tiptoe...

I don't normally watch American Idol. In fact, I think I've only watched one or two episodes until this season. But now that I'm home when it's on, I kinda have to watch it because my family does.


Anyway, if you don't watch American Idol, you missed out on this gem of a tryout:





Yeaaah... special, isn't it? But wait, there's more! My mom told me that he actually sings very similarly to the real Tiny Tim! Exhibit B:






Can you say CREEPER? And this guy got married THREE times, at least according to his Wikipedia article: EDIT: OKAY, I can't get the damn article to link and my internet keeps crapping out and you know what, TINY TIM IS NOT WORTH IT! If you really are interested, I'm sure you're competent enough to look it up on Wikipedia yourself.


See all you ugly guys out there, there is hope! Just grow your hair out and sing like a woman!


Then again, sick and twisted may not be so great after all...





One last creepy bit about Tiny Tim. He named his only child Tulip. And he has a song about tiptoeing through the tulips. Ew.


Outie!


~Christine

I gotta get outta this place...

I wasn't planning on writing anything tonight, but Megavideo seems to be convinced that I've already watched 82 minutes of video today when I haven't, so I can't watch the next episode of Army Wives. Which gives me 53 minutes to write. Blah. And by the time I can watch something, I bet I'll be too tired to watch it. Damn. I would just download the episodes on iTunes, but for some unknown reason iTunes still has season 3 listed as a season pass, which puts it at a whopping $47. No thank you! I be poor.

I worked out again today. Hooray! I'm going to make a bigger effort to get to the gym on a regular basis. My mom has set a goal for me to lose five pounds a month. It doesn't seem like much, but in a year, that's 60 pounds... if I can stick with it. I'm hopeful, but at the same time I'm already expecting failure from myself because when it comes to weight loss, I tend to do a better job of gaining weight than losing it.

We finally got around to activating Home Sharing on iTunes this past weekend. So I got some new music from my brother's iTunes. I got about 140 songs and a few TV shows. Oh, and the movie Stepbrothers. He originally had 1200 songs set up to download, but only about 700 went through.

Oh no. Now I'm going to have "Marco Polo" stuck in my head. I know Bow Wow is from Cbus and all.. but REALLY. How the hell did he turn a childhood pool game into something sexual?

42 minutes to go...

I started a fanfic about McGee not understand The Sound of Music a long time ago, but I never finished it. I also haven't published the first story I wrote that I waited over a month for Katie to edit. Hm. Maybe I should work on that.

Well, my family is officially not going to Disney at Christmas this year. I was hopeful because it seemed like my mom was really on board with the idea, but my Debbie Downer dad brought up the money issue, so now we're not going. I'm super bummbed because I really need to get the hell out of Ohio. I have not done nearly enough traveling to satisfy me. Pretty much the only thing I have to look forward to is the Eastern Trip (which I'm chaperoning again - yay!) but that's not until March. I may explode before then. I need sunshine. I need warm weather. And I need Mickey Mouse. Okay, well maybe not the last bit. But someone cute who always has a smile on their face would be nice.

Oh yes, and I'm back on the "I want a dog" kick. I'm applying to work at a few pet stores in the area and just walking into the stores today made me want to get a puppy. I know they're a lot of work, but as I pointed out to my mom earlier, if I had a dog I would HAVE to exercise everyday because doggies need to be walked. Really, any cuddly animal would do. Rosie's a fabulous bunny (as seen by the 3,424,325 pictures of her I've taken recently) but she's technically not mine, she's Katie's.

"Thunderstruck" just came on. Now I'm thirsty and I want to go to the Fieldhouse. Which reminds me, at one point in my mental breakdown last night, I burst out into tears because I missed UD. They don't prepare you for that one during freshman orientation... just saying.

33 more minutes.

I do believe I tweeted about this fairly recently, but I'm completely in love with the Jay-Z/Linkin Park mashups I got from Mike. I'm not sure who came up with the idea to combine the two, but they are a musical genius. And I have a BA in music, so I feel justified in saying that.

I just rewatched the men of NCIS jibjab video I made a few weeks ago. It never fails to make me smile.

18 minutes... maybe I'll play Airport Mania for a bit.

If anyone's seen my life, please let me know. I want it back.

~Christine

Side Note: HOLY MACKREL! Look at all the labels that applied to this post! I'm so random.

apparently I have bad karma

Technology has reared its ugly head and snarled at me yet again.

Let's start with my car. On Sunday, I drove Katie to theater practice. While she was getting out of the car, my check oil light came on, but it was blinking, like a turn signal. I'm going to be honest and own up to the fact that I haven't had the oil changed since I bought the car in February. But I've also only driven 5,000 miles in it, and it was changed shortly before I bought it. Then the light came on again when I was stopped at a traffic light, but once I started driving again, it went away. Friggin weird, right? Since then, I've driven and it hasn't been a problem. So my dad I checked my oil yesterday and I'm at the maximum level of oil. Huh. He's part of some online car forum thing, so he poked around to see if anyone else had a similar issue. Basically what it boils down to is this:

Option A: The oil pump is dying.
Option B: The engine is dying.
Option C: There's a problem with the indicator thingy. (clearly I don't know much about cars).

I'm hoping for C. Or maybe A. But not B!! If my engine dies, that's it. That's the death of my Sebring. :( So for the time being, I'm being extra nice to my car. I'm praying that since the light hasn't come on again, it was just an indicator thingy problem. And even though it's a car and not a person, I really can't handle any more loss in my life. (side note: WHY THE CRAP IS MY KEYBOARD ONLY REGISTERING EVERY FEW LETTERS I TYPE?!?!? ADD: BASTARD LAPTOP TO THE LIST!!)

Oh, and did I mention that starting in December I now have to start paying my own car insurance? Not a big deal, except that my insurance is over $100 a month because of that goddamn accident last year. Seriously, I hate ice. This winter I plan on never driving. We'll see how that works out. But at this point, if my car kicks the bucket, I may just say "Eff it all! and pack up my things and move to a city in Florida with really nice public transportation. I don't know what city that is, but I'm going to move there. Just you wait, Henry Higgins!

Onto my next issue: I play The Sims 3. A lot. Especially because my internet at home is sketchy if I'm downstairs (ADD THAT TO THE LIST OF WHY MY COMPUTER IS A BASTARD). Unfortunately, this means that I get bored with the game sometimes. So I was reading on thesims3.com forums a suggestion to erase all the pre-made simmies in a town and put in people and families that I had made. So I did! It was a lot of fun, and took a majority of my time yesterday. I even made a chart in a notebook so I could keep track of everyone.

And then... Patch 1.6.6 came out! The first expansion pack is set to come out today (World Adventures... yay!) and so was a new patch for the game. 1.5 was supposed to be for the base game and 1.6 was for people with the new expansion pack. Except EA is dumb and didn't think that November 17th would start for some people in the US very early, compared to those on the West Coast (i.e. where they all are... self-centered idiots). So many people in the Eastern time zone had this patch made available to them before the expansion pack was even released! What's worse is that the updater didn't even make patch 1.5 available... just 1.6. I hadn't even heard of 1.5. So last night I installed 1.6 and now... I can't save the town I spent ALL day yesterday working on! There's some stupid error 16 message that keeps coming up, and in the readme file, the error messages only go up to 15. Cruel. I'm actually kind of lucky that this is the only problem I'm having. People have lost entire legacy families where the sim who was 'alive' was the great-great-great-grandson of the original. Apparently mods (which I guess I installed one and didn't know it!) and custom content (which I have probably over 200 files of...) cause BIG issues with this patch.

And now thesims3.com forums aren't working. Probably because EA realizes that they MESSED UP.

So now here's my debate. Do I uninstall the game and reinstall with no mods/cc? I mean, I have the info on all of those families I made yesterday, and I don't ever go back and play old games. Or do I uninstall just the mod that I have? (ironically, it's a mod designed to help ease the process of installing custom content.) I can't even ask advice from fellow simmers because the forums aren't up right now.

Even though it's Tuesday, which means that NCIS is on tonight, I'm still super bummed about everything. I would like to crawl into a hole and hide from the world until I die. That would be fantastic. :(

Oh, and the crack dream I had last night isn't helping things either. I dreamed that Bill and I went back to UD to visit, and he started playing hackey sack with some old friends, until the hackey sack hit him in the face and got lodged BEHIND his eyeball. I know that's not even possible, but I am seriously freaking out right now. And then I went to find Jen and tell her about the Sebring (since it was her car at one point) and she had joined some super snobby sorority (which just happened to be called Zeta Beta Zeta... I haven't even watched Greek in about 2 weeks!) and she wasn't allowed to talk to me anymore.

I have issues.

~Christine

I'm seriously considering putting 'hoodia' on my Christmas list

Have you ever been so tired that you feel drunk, but you're actually completely sober? That's how I feel right now. So I'm keeping myself awake so I can blog. I know, I make no sense.

I have had "Country Roads, Take Me Home" by John Denver stuck in my head since Friday. Like I said, I make no sense. What I want to know is if there are so many songs out there that are earworms, then why hasn't anyone come up with the anti-earworm? I've tried white noise (specifically, the HEPA air filter in Bill's apartment) but it doesn't work.

I started writing another fanfic last night. It's about McGee being confused about The Sound of Music. I'm hoping it'll be funny, but I haven't gotten very far in it. I still haven't published the first fanfic I wrote. Katie finally sent it back to me with edits almost a month ago now, but it's a saddish story and I've been feeling sadder and sadder, so I don't feel like sifting through her edits.

Speaking of sadder, I feel like a whale. I have to go back to working out, but so far I haven't had a chance. Yesterday I had to take Rosie to the vet in the morning, and then I ended up eating lunch at my Grandma's, and today I had a doctor's appointment. Tomorrow I'm going to an open interview thing, Thursday I'm going shopping with my aunt. So hopefully I can get there on Friday? I'm praying that I don't get sick again. Right now I want to take a knife to the front of my face. My sinuses are killing me. Even though the infection's gone, my doctor told me today that they still look 'angry' (her words, not mine). I would like to thank whoever created saline nasal spray. They are a god among men. However, my sinuses have now decided that just saline spray isn't going to cut it anymore, so now I'm on a steroid.

Do you see why I'm so freaked about losing health insurance in February? Sometimes my body feels like an electronic device made in France. Doesn't (or at least didn't) look bad, but has zero functionality.

Ugh, I'm giving in and going to bed. Night.

~Christine

I'd like a do-over, please

I wrote an entry earlier about food. But then the interwebs broke and when I had to restart, it went away. Sad. Oh well, moving on.

I'm awake. I wish I wasn't. I should be asleep right now and battling whatever it is I have. I'm starting to think that the sinus infection I had last week never left, but no worries because pneumonia hasn't been ruled out officially- yet. The medicine I'm taking for Disease X (as I'm starting to think it should be called) won't allow me to take antacids while I'm on the antibiotic, so of course tonight I have heartburn and can't take any Tums. So I'm resorting to a large glass of milk. I don't know why this remedy works, but it does. Something about the calcium?

Soooo... I'm a hot mess. I don't know why I do this to myself, but I spent almost an hour tonight going through tagged pictures of myself on Facebook. I know, I'm a narcissist, but really, who isn't? Okay, who in America isn't? Back on topic... I'm completely disgusted with myself. I have really let myself go, even since the end of summer. There are still cute pictures of me from the last (and second...) workie party shortly before I moved home. But now... ick. I have no pride in myself anymore. I started off okay, working out when I could, skipping dessert, that sort of thing. But now I just don't care anymore. I haven't worked out since the Friday of Bandcoming, and granted, I've been sick a lot since then, but that's not really a valid excuse. The simple fact of the matter is that I can't think of the last time I liked myself. Not just physically, but emotionally. I got to pictures from graduation back in May, and I feel like I was looking at pictures of a completely different person. I had ambition back then, I felt like I had something to live for. And now, here I am just a few short months later, and I can barely stand myself. I KNOW I need to get a job, and I KNOW I need to figure out what I'm doing with my life, but I just don't want to. I don't want to leave my house. Even though sometimes it barely feels like home, it's all I have right now, so it'll have to do. Maybe if I had made more of an effort to move in back in August, it would help things now. I'm STILL living out of suitcases and laundry baskets. Gradually, some essentials have moved into my room, but generally, nothing here is from college. If I want anything from the past 4 years, I have to go digging for it in a box in the garage. I don't even have my printer set up. And the worst part is that I don't care. I have no desire to change anything. I would be perfectly happy if I could spend every day of the rest of my life sitting on the couch watching TV and playing The Sims 3. That's a really scary thought. I'm going to turn into one of those rednecks living in a bathrobe watching daytime TV. And I'd never thought I'd become someone like that! I used to know what I wanted. And now I just don't know. I thought I was doing the right thing by spending so much time at home, but I don't think that's the case anymore. I told my mom on Monday that I'm afraid to leave because I'm afraid that I'll miss out on something. It's a core part of who I am, and now it's a problem. Even when I was little, I never wanted to take naps because I could miss out on something while I was asleep. And now I don't want to turn my back for a second because if I do, someone else could die. I'm still really shaken up from losing Nana and Grandpa this summer. And my Grandma isn't handling life well. And my Papa was diagnosed with emphysema and lung cancer today. And I would say that if I lost anyone else, I would lose it completely, but the last time I said that, my Grandpa died, so let's not go there.

I apologize if you actually read that monstrocity of a paragraph. But if you didn't and you skimmed down to here, let me spare you the gory details.

1. I don't like how I look.
2. I have no motivation to do anything with my life.
3. I still miss my Nana and Grandpa.
4. I live in fear that someone else will leave me.
5. I may be insane.

Time to finish my milk.

~Christine

ello, mate!

Someone in Australia is watching me. I don't know how, but they're definitely Aussie and they may have seen my knockers.

So here's what happened. Tonight after a not-so-exciting-but-very-sparkly shift at work, I came home and got on the cbs.com message boards. It's like going to AA for me. I need those people because I need to know that there are people out there who are more obsessed with NCIS than I am, and that's where I can find them. Someone had posted a link to an interview with the cast on the Aussie TV show Ten. (Get it, like hang ten? Because clearly all Aussies do is surf and eat Nutella!) So I click on the link and the page pops up with the youtube clips and I get excited because the announcer has a swarthy Aussie accent and there are very attractive NCIS men on the screen. Oh, did I mention that I had started changing into my pjs, but gave up halfway through when I saw this link, so I was sitting on my bed topless? Right, so I notice after starting to watch the first clip that my built-in webcam had magically turned itself on. After battling my way through the Microsoft "Help" center, I tried to search for 'web', 'cam', and 'webcam' on my hard drive to see if some sort of application would pop up. It didn't. So I put on a shirt because by this time I realize that somewhere someone is seeing what very few people in this world have the right to see. Coincedentally, Bill calls me right as I contemplate restarting my computer and saying SCREW YOU AUSSIE WEBBIE. Unfortunately, he didn't offer much help, and at this point other internet windows that I had up (it may or may not have been NCIS fanfiction...) start to malfunction. So I do what any good Windows Girl does: I restarted my computer. So for a little bit I was safe from the Aussie peepshow, but boy do they know my weaknesses, and sure enough I was back at the website with the NCIS interview, and my webcam turned on once again. It's still on. I hope Aussies are enjoying watching me write my fantastic blog and chew my Trident White. *sticks out gum*

Australians always remind me of that one Mary Kate and Ashley movie where they witness a murder and are placed in the Witness Protection Program, which naturally transfers their family to Australia. Of course they're pre-teen girls and can't keep their yappers shut (or their legs) so they blow their cover and find boyfriends too! I always envied that. WHO FINDS A BOYFRIEND ON VACATION? It seems so romantic... you're off in a faraway strange place (or the Hotel Atlantis) and you find a boy to explore the local sites with you. And solve crimes. And OMG GO SHOPPING!!

I shouldn't drink milk before bed. Last night I drank milk and I had one of the most effed up crack dreams. It involved the following things:
1. Youtube
2. Safety Town (for anyone who doesn't know, it's a preschool safety camp that they used to offer in Columbus. it taught you about how to cross a street without being hit by a COTA bus and all sorts of fun things.)
3. Genetic mutations that made me apparate
4. Michael Lowder (he was a mutant like me)
5. Runaway trains that randomly pulled U-turns
6. A bad mutant who tried to kill us all!

So even though I slept from about 1:45 AM until 9:15 AM, I woke up feeling exhausted. Can you see why? So it's either the milk or it's the cookies. Tonight I had milk and an Anthony Thomas candy bar my sister bought off one of the dance team girls for me. We'll see if I have crazy dreams again tonight.

I don't know how I feel about having all of my tweets on the sidebar of my blog. It makes me painfully aware how often I use #NCIS as a trending topic. I really need a more productive hobby. Fanfiction? I actually have some halfway decent ideas for plotlines, but they're not fully hashed out yet, and I don't want to be one of those irritating fanfic writers who writes 40,000 words about a really heartbreaking storyline between Abby and McGee and guilt and gunshot wounds and forgiveness and hospitals and then leaves you hanging before they realize that they're acting stupid and just kiss and make up already!

*waves at Australia*

I got Hocus Pocus out of the library! I don't think I've ever seen the whole thing, but in celebration of my watching movies with NCIS cast members in them, it needs to be my next movie! Seester doesn't like it, but I may trick her into watching it with me, just for McGee. We watched Chasing Liberty on Monday night. It's a kinda cute movie, and the one Secret Service agent assigned to Mandy Moore's character reminds me of the perfect Kate-Ziva hybrid. After Hocus Pocus, the movies on my list become less well-known, but I'm going to see what the Wo-town library has available.

Mmm... Death Cab for Cutie just came on my playlist. Now I'm sleeeeepy. Goodnight any brave reader who stuck it through this completely terrifying look into my mind. Goodnight Australia! *waves again*

Oh, and just in case any of you want to watch the Ten interview (and your lappy doesn't have a webcam that will turn on automatically) here's the link:
http://www.markharmonweb.com/ncis/channel-10-behind-the-scenes.html

K, goodnight for realz now. Lolz.

~Christine

take your pick

I can only fix one thing at a time. I can either:

A. Attempt to eat healthy/work out in order to lose weight and appease my Grandma
B. Find a full-time job that will get me enough money to pay back those damned loans, and move out of my house (to appease my sister and parents)
C. Figure out how to get out of the slump caused by the recent death of 2 of my grandparents to appease myself

I can't make everyone happy. I'm not even touching on my relationships with people! I'm sure several of those need some help.

A year ago I never would have thought that life could have gotten any worse. But sure enough, it has.

~ Christine