men like you - you kill me.

So I survived my first day of school. Math was painfully boring, the teacher's first language was Chinese and she's really hard to understand and follow. Plus, I knew that I was bad at math, but I'm not THAT bad. Our first lesson was on how to add and subtract negatives. WTF?

Seriously, this girl actually raised her hand and asked, "So if you add -2 + -2... is that zero?" I wanted to ask her how she finished high school, but I just buried my head into my arm and died inside. At least I'll ace this class...

Saturday was HORRIBLE. Cashiering is terrible enough, but Saturday cashiering. Blech.

And then Sunday I had to be up at five in the morning and my allergies were bothering me. So I took a pill, but it didn't take long to realize that I took the WRONG pill. It was a painkiller... The kind where you take it and crash. Shit :( It was horrible, I felt like I was dying and my head was fuzzy all day.

Still waiting to hear about the job position. I did inventory for them yesterday, which I've never done. It was fine.

Work tomorrow, then class in the evening - English comp.

Oh, by the way, other than math I had Philosophy taught by a pastor. So this'll prove interesting.

Goodnight, all.

Currently watching Torchwood. Jack quote up there. ^

my heart stops, I already know

So the sister is moving back home. This is going to prove very annoying.

TORCHWOOD OMG. So good. Left it with a huge cliffhanger, so I'm going to go crazy waiting for the next episode. Oh, and some hot Jack being nakedness, so definitely a plus.

I have to cashier tomorrow from 8:30 until 5. I'm. Going. To. Die. I hate cashiering for a couple of hours, let alone for a full day. And I have to get up super early and everything. Grr arg. I hope I get this promotion - put in my application yesterday. Cross your fingers...

School starts up on Tuesday. Four days. Yikes. Four days and say goodbye to a social life. At least until my birthday, when I've asked the entire weekend off and plan on getting totally shit faced. Yay!

Spoke to a guy that I used to talk to a lot back in the day. If he wasn't so geographically undesirable, I'd probably marry him. Just sayin'. Also, I think that I'm pan sexual. I just figured out what this meant the other day, but I'm pretty sure that this is what I am.

My crushes/feelings aren't restricted to sex, I fall for personality.

Sounds like me. And a couple of prior situations. I was also completely infatuated by this girl that I had theatre class with back at Columbia. I wanted her to play the main character in my show... and I also wanted to ask her out. Which was a very confusing want back then.

Blah. Better sleep, have to be up in like... seven hours. Sad. Wish me no mean, old ladies.

Blind - K$sha

I am small

I was being inspired for a while, with my writing. I wasn't writing Notches, so shame on me, but I was really enjoying what I was writing. It was just a continuation of this old Harry Potter roleplay that a friend of mine and I used to do. It's been four-five years since we worked on it, so I doubt she'll mind that I took over and wrote some of it.

It was amazing. I was writing something for absolutely no one else but myself. Not that writing Notches is for other people... but it kind of is, right? I expect someone to read it someday, it's pressure because I've taken on this project solo. There used to be two of us, it was so much fun when there was two of us. And now it's just me, and most days I'm perfectly fine with that.

I know what I want to happen. I have some spectacular ideas for the series. I can think about these scenarios for hours and not get bored... But give me a blank page on word and I'm stumped.

It's the beginning that is hard for me. I wrote a scene for season three one day, and it was amazing. I wrote many pages of a very rough draft of this really upsetting scene. But to sit down and write the pilot, and introduce the characters and make them interact together is just... well, it's hard.

I need someone to write this with me, but I don't really know anyone. Except the one person that it all started with, and since she's... well, I don't know what she is - I'm on my own.

In other words, I might be getting a promotion at Target. I've decided that the Fresh Market is probably not a good idea... seeing as how they apparently are only going to give me TWENTY hours a week. WTF Seriously? I can't live off of that. If I get this promotion, I'll be in charge of the photo lab. How cool is that?

Then I think about how stressful all of this is going to be. Working full-time, going to school full-time. When am I going to have a chance to breathe?

And most importantly, when am I going to stop being a lazy ass and write this fucking television series? These scenes are going to slip through my fingers if I don't write them out, y'know?

I just want to be great. Is that so much to ask for?

Breathe Me - Sia

this is more like april fools

SO. Haley and I had a very Harry Potter day Friday. We watched Harry Potter, had dragon snot punch and cockroach clusters, talked about HP things, and we were on our way to see the new Harry Potter movie when something happen.

It's so humiliating but it's also extremely hilarious. We were driving down this country road, cornfields on either side of us and we saw this fog up ahead. This was a warm, dry night... it hadn't been raining at all, and the road was wet. There was this fog crap creeping up from the wet road and we slowed down. We started discussing how weird it looked and were wondering why the road looked like that....

WHEN THIS WATER JUST HIT THE WINDSHIELD. It scared the SHIT out of us. It was the perfect amount of time between us being confused and then RAWR WATER.

... There was a sprinkler watering the cornfields. Bahahahaha. We weren't really thinking clearly, we thought that it was dementors or I was thinking that we were disapperated into a river... we felt SO stupid.

Shark in the Water - V V Brown

EXPECTO PATRONUM.

Financial aid is taken care of. I'll be getting around a thousand dollars back as a refund, which is desperately needed for one of these damn bills. Still waiting to hear back from Fresh Market, spoke to them yesterday and they don't have the results from the background check. Damn, it's been over two weeks.

Having a Harry Potter marathon, occasionally talking to the tv and telling it that it left stuff out. I know, I know, they couldn't fit every detail in the movie. BUT COULD THEY REALLY NOT PUT IN WHO MOONY WORMTAIL PADFOOT AND PRONGS WERE? Really.

Watching Goblet of Fire. Cedric's about to die. :'(