So Get THIS, Frankie!!

Okay, so I go out Saturday morning to the Spotlight and was feeling all drunk from the night before.  Instead of taking my normal seat at the end of the bar near the bathroom, I sat at the front talking with Percy and Mark.  Now, Mark has let it be known several times that he has some kind of problem with me but it's always when he's really drunk so I just always assume it's the beer talking.

So we're in some conversation that I don't remember and at one point I laughingly say that I was going to pour my beer on him.  His whole demeanor changes and then he gets up and pours his beer on me!  I know, right?!  I felt like one of those cads or vixens in 1930's movies that were always getting drinks thrown in their faces!  It was quite fabulous and I had a very good laugh about it later.

I hate you had to miss this spectacle because it was some grand entertainment.  Unfortunately I wasn't wearing any eyeliner so there was no smeared eye-makeup to make it that much crazier.  Now, that would've been a sight!  Normally, I just like to watch the drama rather than be a part of it, but...eh...we all have to do our part for the cause of "atmosphere" right? **laughing**

Going Down In The Annals Of Hack Writing:

From my Humanities paper first draft:

"What I found was that the very humanness of his expression would allow the person looking at the painting to project their own ponderings onto it.  It was more than just an enigmatic chimp on black velvet, it could be viewed as a mirror into one's own thoughts."

BOO!! HISS!!

Aw, How Cute!

Although she was ridiculously fantastic in the white gown she wore to the state dinner, this is the cutest picture of Michelle Obama from their jaunt to Merry Ol'...

Sweaty Oblivious Bitch Crashes Memorial!

Not that I decided that "This is the best costume for the day" in this 70+ degree heat.  And without the option of turning it into a cape even! 

I went over to Antebellum today for an event and for some reason thought it was much cooler outside than it actually was.  I was fine taking the bus over, but the walk back...SHEESH!!  Sweating my ass off.  I enjoyed the event, but it seems like I crashed a very personal memorial for the previous owner of the establishment, Red.  I'm sitting there taking my little notes for my Humanities paper and suddenly people were giving their personal remembrances of Red.  I felt about an inch tall and wanted to run out of the door, screaming apologies at the top of my lungs as a trail of notebook paper scattered in the air behind me.

I thought I'd better not.

Before the event started I snapped photos of two works that were hanging that I really liked.  I like to call them "Contemplative Chimp" and "Jesus Collage."  There was also an extremely sexy and large picture of Tony Ward as a nude Jesus which would've convinced me to convert to whatever religion was responsible for creating such an image.

School & Beer & Regurgitated Raviolis (Perhaps)...

Hmmm, so it was a 3-alarm-drunk weekend, Frankie!  Friday night, Saturday afternoon, and Sunday afternoon.  I don't know what I was thinking!  When I got to class Monday night, I was still in such a haze I could barely concentrate.  (On a side note, the bus that I took after class had apparently stopped in Crazy Town because there were some REAL CHARACTERS on that mug.)  I'm sitting at the bar on Saturday afternoon doing the whole barstool dancing thing and this lady (Renee?) was looking at me like I had lost my damn mind.  Either that or she was wondering why there were triplets moving in synchronized motions next to her.  I hope it was amusing.  The only thing that stood out about Sunday was the back brace/corset/truss/girdle tightening incident involving huge breasts and a 1940's chapeau...

I went to see "The Crucible" on campus Thursday night.  I know, right?  Me going somewhere other than the bar?  I was very impressed and was barely holding it together by the end.  I could feel the emotion program booting up and struggled to override it!  I was taking notes during the performance because we had a paper to write on it for Humanities.  That was an effort because I didn't want to stop watching long enough to write down whatever scribbling I was doing.  The paper turned out to be my wishy-washy commentary on nobody's politics in particular and how the play could've been written about today's political state, but I plan on doing a second one for our final that focuses on the performances and how great I thought the whole effort was.

All of the actors were skinnier than me!!!  No Cakesters today!  If I hadn't already eaten those raviolis and meatballs, I'd save them for tomorrow (perhaps a purging?).  And I know actors are in general going to be a lot cuter than your average schlubs, but I thought this was a particularly easy-on-the-eyes cast, particularly the one playing Putnam, Spencer Steeby (even a great name!).

Frankie, you MUST make it out in order to see Red Line Ron's new glass eye!

Pop Culture Moment...

Did US Weekly really include a photo of Jess looking square-waisted on page 28, only to turn around on page 34 showing her in THE SAME DRESS AT THE SAME EVENT looking much slimmer?  Incredible.  Luckily, I only read that magazine for the weight loss advertisements or else I'd think they were trying to understand estimate my intelligents.

Also, some other staleness spotted while I was getting caught up on a backlog of magazines.  The Witches of Secaucus  or some other manner of unusual looking human female animals and a heifer on the loose.

I Seem To Recall This Persona...

Sexy Benji sent me this photo from my evening at The Spotlight last night (which, by the way, unfortunately did not include an appearance by Frankie).  I remember having a long conversation with this persona, but I did get an antagonistic feeling when I saw the photo.  I'm thinking I was secretly hating him because his skin is clearer than mine and he doesn't have a missing tooth.  BITCH!!

Hmmmm, all this talk about the Spotlight is making me want to go and play Ain't No Way on the jukebox and annoy Tony...

What You Don't Want To See On The Way To The Bathroom: A Blood Trail

So I'm going to the bathroom at work and what do I spot in the hallway?  Oh, just a trail of blood is all.  Crime scene?  Sudden nosebleed?  Miscarriage?  This is the second mysterious blood pattern I've seen in this building.  Personally, I think someone should call in the Fringe division if they can get Olivia and Peter to stop holding hands long enough (!!! Olivia!  Holding hands!  I'm traumatized!).  This could be one of those weak spots between universes and all that blood on Walternate's hands could have physically manifested itself as real blood and dripped from his hands as he crossed back over.

And that concludes my late afternoon hunger-induced ramblings.

New T-Shirt Design

So here we have the design and finished product of my latest tshirt design.  I like how it turned out, but of course those sleeves will be coming off.

Oh, and I rediscovered this little Thunderbeast nugget on my desk that never fails to crack me up!

"You Wanna Get Down On This Protein Shake?"

Is this new?  Male reproductive organs are being called protein shakes?  I really need to start checking into the Urban Dictionary (*UPDATE* I checked and found out it refers to the reproductive fluid, at which point I slapped my forehead and went "Oh yeah, huh.") more often.  I will most definitely have to insert that term into some conversation, somehow...perhaps when I'm sitting at the Spotlight on Sunday or Saturday morning, flipping through the hooker section of Frontiers.  I'll spot one I like and exclaim, "I wanna get down on his protein shake!"  "Bro!" 

Drawing While Should Be Doing Homework: DWSBDH

In Progress: Serene Angel

Danell Leyva Kills Parallel Bars In Practice

Check out his body.  Positioning!!  Check out his body positioning!!  **nervous laughter**  Danell Leyva is really a talented athlete, for reals though.