The Way Things Work

[Claire is drunk and angry/sad]
Claire: Ted, give me my fucking keys!
Ted: I'm not gonna let you drive messed up like this so just...
Claire: [laughing] I never thought I'd know a guy named Ted. It's such a seventees name.
Ted: Funny.
Claire: Now give me my keys.
Ted: No.
Claire: FUCK! [splashes water on Ted] I don't want you here. I don't even like you. You are a fascist, Republican asshole and the fact that I ever even liked you in the first place is total proof that I am totally FUCKED UP about my life! So will you please just go? Leave me alone. You look really stupid right now. Go you fucking freak! Get out!

-Six Feet Under

I was supposed to write this blog like...ten hours ago. But I was really busy with more important things. Things like wondering how many saltines I could fit in my mouth at once, or downloading videos of people falling down on youtube, or dancing in front of my mirror. It seems like a lot of my blogs are about how lazy I am or how uneventful my days are. And that's absolutely true. The highlight of today was when my smoke alarm went off and I stood on a stool for a good ten minutes fanning it with a filthy dish towel. No wait... The ice at the bottom of my cup just got stuck and when I tapped the bottom it all hit my face. That was the highlight of my day.

I've been away for about a month on vacation. There's no way in hell I'm going to write about everything I did because then all you'd have to read is something like: "And on this day I woke up and sat on my ass and ate stuff and then went to Chili's with my friends." No no, I'm too cynical. Or something. I had a pretty great break. I got to see my family and friends, ate at Chili's, got presents, filmed a movie with my sister, saw some good movies, saw some shit movies, ate at Chili's, talked shit about people, laid on Mary's bed, and ate at Chili's. The end of break left a bad taste in my mouth due to an ice storm and my parent's obsessive anxiety about bad weather. Lots of arguing about when or if I could go back. I did, however, made it home alive (obviously) but was quite apprehensive to start back at school.

First off, I don't even have my typical 15 hour schedule since it's impossible to get RTVF classes. One of my courses is some stupid advanced music course I signed up for as filler. I showed up to it on Friday and instantly knew that I was in a class full of music majors. Now, my friends that are music majors are cool and very good looking...but these students were seriously fucked up. The room reeked of music majors. I could see through everyone there. You know, the music majors: so self-involved because they're talented, but yet they suffer for their brilliance. Fuck them. The professors was just as awful. A tall, mousey woman with a really...sad face. She kept saying, "I'm ruthless, I'm ruthless." No, you're just a pathetic twat. Maybe I'm just contemptuous of music majors because music was the one thing I was good at growing up, and chose not to study...unlike these guys. Still, I'll be dropping this class.

I'd rather take RTVF classes where I'm at least familiar with the self-righteous dipshits who talk about every movie they've seen in order to make themselves feels smarter than you. I eat that shit up -- It gives me stuff to blog about. My RTVF professors are great, though. One of them is this middle-aged English woman. I'm a sucker for accents, so this class should be fun if only for the fact that she sounds like Emma Thompson. My other professor is this very intense and flamboyant gay man with a PhD. He's fucking hysterical and everything he says should be published.

*Sigh*. That's enough for now. Here are a handful of pictures from break. These go all the way up until New Year's Eve...and I'll post the rest on a later blog.

This is my first night back in SA. Brittany invited us to the Sea Island Christmas party held at....Sea Island! Mary was strutting her stuff in the parking lot.


Funny Face


Robin, Brittany, Me, Dante and Mary's hand with a beer.


Kimberly and Sarah threw a Christmas party.


This is Sarah's dog, Shelton and he's wearing a jacket.


Out for Becca's birthday at TGIF.


Kristen, Alex and I were eating at Chili's and guess who walked by our table? Mike and Krista! Random! We hung out together the rest of that night.


Playing Cranium Pop5 and drinking. George is shy.


Alex pretending to eat the nasty tuna fish that somebody left on the stove.


I love this picture of my grandmother. It's so funny.


My amazing Aunt and Uncle (the only other liberals in my family) came into town for the holidays. This is what my parents and them did everynight. Drank.


Riley is working it.


Playing Catch Phrase with the family. I screamed "SHIT!" in front of my grandmother.


Our second X-mas tree...mom goes a little crazy.


Aunt Phyllis started crying when my uncle gave her a piece of jewelry she had lost for over a year.


Kevin is going to be pissed that I posted this picture when he's not wearing his makeup.


Kimberly stole my camera and took this picture, so she deserves to have it posted online.


Don't ever fall asleep when I have a camera.


Ha!


Our favorite late-night diner. That's Ross in the background...he also works with Brittany. And by that, I mean he's her pimp.


Playing around with camera settings at J. Alexanders.




Green Jacket


Laura's 27th birthday party!


This is my new shirt that I'm really proud of. "White People Are Crazy". It's true.


Crest Whitening Strips work really well.


I have this thing where if I see a giant inflatable holiday yard ornament, I'll instinctively dry hump it.


We got to meet and hang out with Alex's Mexican relatives. I also got to use my amazing Spanish skills. "Hola."



Kimberly really wanted a pet, so we went to Petco and fell in love with this French Bulldog. She didn't end up getting him, but she did get a pet. I'll have pictures on my next blog.


This last picture is really random, but I love Mary in it.


Laters for now!