Gripe From A Severely Immature 40-Year-Old

So, I sent my folks an email last week informing them that I was having anxiety about my job and life and that I was going to cancel my fall classes.  I got no response.

So, I sent my folks an email this week informing them that I had changed my mind and I was going to attend classes this fall as planned.  I got no response.

I can only infer from their lack of response that it doesn't matter to them either way, or more likely that they are used to my histrionics and decided to ignore this snit.  Either way, I feel like going to my room to pout.

This doesn't have the desired effect when you are in a different time zone than your parents.

Spotted: Random Trash

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...

Pope To Be Beatified, All Previous Saints Roll Their Eyes

Emboldened by Donald Trump's claiming pride at being exposed as a fraud/charlatan/liar/mercenary opportunist/huckster/snake oil salesman/idiot wrangler/etc..., child molesters are claiming that they have been vindicated in light of the Vatican's decision to beatify John Paul II.

"The Vatican decreed that Sister Marie Simon-Pierre's inexplicable cure from Parkinson's was the miracle needed to beatify John Paul. Her story will be highlighted at the all-night prayer vigil Saturday night ahead of Sunday's beatification Mass for John Paul."

Seems he's being fast-tracked to sainthood.  Apparently his suffering from Parkinson's disease is akin to having your eyes cut out, stoning, being shot by arrows, crucifixion, being burned at the stake and the like so Sister Marie's "miraculous cure" provided him with the other mandatory requirement for sainthood.  I don't know, it's just not as compelling as Joan of Arc's whole thing.  I'm thinking they are kinda cheapening the saint title.

Doing My Part For The Obesity Movement

So here we have my breakfast, Frankie.  Yes!  Two hotlinks and a 2 liter of Pepsi!!!  I was telling Leo that I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the bus window and I looked like a Pez dispenser.  I've decided that I may have overdone the weight loss thing.  Huge heads don't look right on skinny bodies.  I even got off my lazy butt and picked up my dumbbells for the first time in months.  OUCH!!

Almost done with school this semester!  Another couple of weeks and I'll never have to look at those idjits in my Business group project again!  I'm bracing myself for a B in that class.  I want to take Math 125 over the summer so I can get caught up to regular college mathematics but I would have to take it on a different campus.  I suppose that would be fine but you know how I hate mixing up my routine!

If you get a second, Google Cliff Jensen (Oooo, that sailor hat!  Take me, Jeebus!) and tell me...am I crazy or is this the Sexiest Man Alive?  Him and Tommy Defendi are running neck and neck as my ultimate stalk/kidnap/taxidermy victim.  What?

Make sure you check out the story about Obama releasing his fake birth certificate and how Trump mistakenly thinks he is the Hero of America when all he did was force Obama to rush out and get this forgery made so he could quell the storm of patriotic intelligentsia who were rightly convinced that the state of Hawaii pulled off a 46 year conspi...wait, how old is Obama?...a 40+ year conspiracy to get this man elected just to piss off the whole of the New Confederacy.  Was that a run-on sentence?  Cakesters!

Algebra As Art?

This looked pretty to mine eyes...even though #29 is graphed incorrectly.  Not a fan.

Two Photos

When Sam gave me this photo of me and Charles, he asked if I remembered taking it.  I laughed as he and I both know that I have no clue when this was taken.  I do appreciate them angling the shot to make me look my skinniest.  Ray & Charles at The Spotlight.

Notice in the reflection...am I grabbing Charles in an inappropriate way?

Secondly, we have the current condition of my legs.  Clumsiness.  I have to say, the one on my right leg hurt like a bitch!  The ashy legs, on the other hand, are just a product of pure laziness/don't-care-itude.

Ill-Advised Hair Attack

So, I'm sitting in front of the TV this past weekend, bored like crazy, when I decide to grab the scissors and start whacking away at my hair.  No mirror, no clippers, just me and the scissors and intuition.

I ended up with this ducktail looking 'fro and OF COURSE a hole in the side.  Every time I start whacking away, I end up with a hole.  I don't know, I kind of like that it makes me look insane-asylum-ish...

On a most fantastic side note, my Cheerios came with a secret decoder!!!  I haven't reached it yet in the box, but I'm anticipating the seconds of fun I'll have decoding the back of the box!

Two Photos

My boss brought this shirt for me from his last vacation.  I was most surprised when I took it out of the bag.  My clothes are generally pretty subdued, so I had to wonder what made him think I might like something this flashy.  I wore it at work the next day and actually, I do like it very much.  Somehow I feel like I should have a straw hat and a drink poured into a coconut shell.

Then we have what I consider flashy for me, my bar persona.  Where is everybody?  I could swear I remember there being a couple of customers in there!  (Georgie was in the shot but I cropped him out, don't want to upset anyone.)  Seeing as how this photo was taken just a little bit before I left, I seem oddly composed.

Haaaaa!!!

What the hell?  Re: Last Post...note to self: Drunk posting can lead to rambling incoherence.  Avoid.

On a side note:  My current crucifix.

Collaboration? Egads!

Filed Under: Not Liking This
One-fifth of our final grade in my business class is going to be decided by a GROUP PROJECT!!!  One-fifth!!  That really put a damper on my evening last night.  First off, I don't like working in groups.  Second, what if there are a bunch of slackers in my group?  Their slacking will have a huge impact on my final grade!  I was pretty much P.O.'d when I heard this.  My brain was still complaining about it when I went to bed.  I'm quite sure anything I post here about my business class will be a straight-up rant.

In other less dramatic news (laughing):  One of my fillings came out!!  I felt that area with my tongue the other day and was like, "Hmm, that feels like a hole..."  I went to the mirror to check and yep, a filling is M.I.A.  (Yes, I have that many fillings, Frankie, and just as many in the top row.  What?, we didn't go to the dentist when we were kids!)

Christmas Eve Drunkeness

Benji at the Spotlight emailed these photos of me sporting his Santa cap last night.  Oddly, I actually remember taking these photos...