I've made my way over to the darkside, and that's where I shall be.

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WARNING: FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF RANT COMING

This time of the year should mean happiness and love, but I can't help but feel like a grumpy ol' Scrooge. I feel like a grumpy ol' Scrooge most of the year. What's wrong with me? It feels like lately all I've been doing is complaining and feeling sorry for myself and all this crap. The other day, I was being a total brat and complaining to James about how Immi isn't coming to Houston (or Texas for that matter) and how she never has and how she probably never will and how unfair that is. I know it's no one's fault, but I was just being so poopy. It's just frustrating, knowing that the majority of the people who get to go see her don't even know the difference between her and Frou Frou. ARGH! Totally axe-worthy. Also, I've been doing a lot of working and then coming home and sitting on my ass. My life is so... boring. It just makes me sad and depressed about the future. I bust my ass in design for what? To get a job and work 8am-5pm, five days a week?

And on top of that, I really haven't talked to my friends in forever. Everyone is so busy, it sucks. And every lame attempts on my part to make contact fail. Kristy's been bumming out because Helen and I have been so busy with school, but now that we don't have school anymore, we're still not getting together. Joy's now busy with getting applications ready for grad school, Helen's super working, Kristy's working just as much, and I feel like a big hermit. The Pony's also been super depressed and I don't know how to help because I feel just as lame and crap too. And then the Maury... the one I miss the most... he's even too busy to reply to emails. Which in turns makes me want to shut myself off more from the world. I know I have nothing to complain about really, because it's my fault that I'm the one not calling up my friends and stuff. I just, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just need to suck it up I guess.. or stop complaining. Just more seasons crappings.

Happier Things:

Finally! The pictures I have promised are here. Here are some pix of the things I do at PDR. Crazy ass model building. Unfortunately, it's only pictures of two models. As soon as I can, I'll get a picture of our lemonade stand (we had to pack it up the other day so I couldn't get one). So without further adieu... 1. Tiny little chairs 2. Stacking model 3. Close up of the stacking model 4. The big model 5. Sarah with the big model to show you how big it is.

And now for a poem that Amy just found. It's a nice little poem. It almost redeems stupid boys for a split second.

bad poetry (a love poem)

vrai

the other day   (not this one)   i read a poem that somebody wrote about love.   it didn't really sound like a poem   it sounded confused   and it probably was, because love is as confusing as it gets,   except when it's not, but i'll get to that.       so here i am writing a poem   (or something)   about love   (or something)   just like a hundred thousand people   (and maybe fishes or cats, too) have before me.   we all try to make it sound like something new   and we all believe that it is.   i am inclined to believe, in fact   that my love for you is amazing   unbeatable   conquering       only its track record isn't so good so far.       no one has loved you the same exact way   that i have, and i will never   love someone the same way again.   i like the way i love you       i am as afraid of it going away   as i am of it staying       i wish i could understand   or i wish i could make you understand   i don't know what it is i understand   but it's something. i think love   (i think love)   is like something you realize   and then don't remember ever not knowing.   do you have a motherfucking phone number? i want to tell you things   not anything in particular really   just things, maybe about   girls who eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.   what i'm saying isn't important, just   that i'm saying it to you   and you're hearing it   somehow though i think you stopped listening   a long time ago       where is my love? i guess   it slipped past your heart and it's hangin' out   in your belly somewhere.   i want it back   maybe just a little bit?   if you don't have any of your own we can share mine.       all i am asking   is that you let me lay close enough to you   that i can feel you move as you fall asleep   all i am asking   is that you make my body feel   like it's doing something meaningful   'cause it really misses meaning something to someone   all i am asking   is that you   love   me       please

Now playing: Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round  

-- it's 80s-tastic!

The recycling bins will be back tomorrow.

Haha! I've always wanted to start my blog off with that after the first month Myles had not updated his xanga blog. I believe we're running on the 5th month of entry-less blogs. Nice. Well, what do you expect from a Prairie Boy? They're untamable, they are. Although, I do find it suprisingly easy for them to be undeniably devoted to Ultimate Fighting.

I finally got to work on time today!! Huzzah! I'm back on track. It's been difficult these past days, especially after the end of the semester and not having a day off really. Work was fine, we started archiving all the drawings that needed to be sent to storage. Not fun.

Anyway, watched this movie ( ^ ) tonight. It was really good and sad (of course). It had the dude from the Phantom in it, he makes a better 'Mr. No-name' than 'The Phantom' or if you'd rather, O.G. And now I've seriously lost my train of thought. I've actually just remembered that I need to look online for Morris's grade. I just hope I passed the class.

Now playing: The Bealtes - With Love From Me to You

-- please don't fail me Morris!

UPDATE: I got a B- in Morris's class! Huzzah! I was afraid I was going to fail the freaking class. So my grades stand thus this semester - Morris: B+, Stevesie: A, Angi: A, Jackie Barry: A-, Richard: B+, and Prmitivism in Modernism: B+. I guess that's okay, but I still want an A in Richard's class a B is just.... grrrrrrrr. As for Morris, I'm glad I passed and don't have to see his pony tail OR Mr. Man ever again.

Went to see The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe last night with the Pony. It was actually a really nice night, cuz I went to Casa de Conkin after work and she had dinner for us and we ate while watching Rachael Ray be annoying and I fed Judi my cooked carrots (I hate cooked carrots!). Then we snuck out to see the movie, because Jenny was suppose to see it with Erin and we didn't want Erin to know we were going. After sitting through crap kid trailers and having to deal with Mr. Man next to me breathing loud and moving around through the whole movie, we got to see it. It was pretty good actually. There's nothing I can complain about, they kept it quite true to the book. And yes, Edmund was just as annoying, and Mr. Timulus was pretty cute (for a faun) although he reminded me of Scott Gaines... it's probably the strawberry blonde hair and goatee action. Oh, and the way he presses his lips together and crap.. aww I miss him, too bad he's a HUSSY!!

Today was a pretty crappy day all together. I was planning on getting to work on time this morning, didn't happen. So I strolled in at 9, which really didn't matter anyway because it's not like anyone knew I wasn't there AND, I was actually walking behind some guy that works at PDR too, to the elevator. When I got to East, everyone was already in a bad mood and Candice was hung over as hell. It was pretty bad, Boss Man had to bring all his drawings down to East and pull up CAD to look at the drawings, everyone was being mean to each other and the model we had to build was pissing us all off. I was mostly mad because we kept having to redo or fix the stuff we already built, which wouldnt have happened if the architects would have gotten their shit together and gave us the drawings that were done correctly. How can you not know what this thing looks like and expect us to build it!?!? Just another pillar of reassurance that I won't have a problem in the real life world of design. I mean, they couldn't even give us a floor plan with a North symbol or elevations that were labelled correctly! And yes, it's too much to ask for line weights. Every piece of paper they give us, I just want to redline and give back to them. Sarah thinks I should; I think I'll get fired if I did - "Tiffany, you gotta go."

And to make matters worse, Richard gave me and Jenny a B+ in his class!!!! RAWR!! Flaring nostrils and fire eyes! We're going to have to have a talk with him and have him change our grades. It's just unacceptable! I need all the A's I can get to balance out the crap grade I know Morris is going to give me. One more semester, one more semester.

Now playing: Bright Eyes - Take It Easy (Love Nothing) and The Beatles - I Will (it just changed on me)

-- sleepy mcgee

This is what I want for Chritmas. Look at how beautiful it is and it's called, Vespa: Style in Motion. How is that not my book? I looked it up and it's on Amazon for $11! Unforntunately, all of the copies I found online are paperback. I believe the copy I saw at Kuhl Linscomb was hardback. I'll have to doublecheck on that, if so I'll just get Guillermo to hook me up with his discount.

So today turned out to be a totally diferent day than planned. After declining Sarah's invite to go to Chris Martin Not the Singer From Coldplay's end of the semester party/get-together/shin-dig/drunk-fest last night, I went home and worked on all the Christmas presents I still had to make - I really screwed myself over by declaring to handmake the majority of my presents. This morning I woke up feeling super nasty and decided it wouldn't be a good idea to go to work, especially since the Model Team has turned into the Clean and Box Everything Up in Preperation for the Office Remodel the Week After Christmas Team aka The Office Bitches. I figured all of the extra laboring and dealing with dustcovered books, models, and materials wouldn't be good for my current health, so I stayed home in hopes of resting up before Jenny's Christmas party tonight. At least I got some presents made while sitting around on my ass, but my condition turned for the worse when I drove my brother to the park so he could play football with some friends and as I went to the art store to pick up some last minute items. When I got home, I just started burning up. I don't know why, maybe it was the shock of the cold air and me just wearing my pajamas to the store.. whatever it was, I couldn't make it to Jenny's Christmas Party. That's two years I've been absent so far.... looks like this will be a nice little tradition we have. Sorry Pony!!

I decided I'd be brave today and check my grades for this semester. Unfortunately when I checked, out of 6 classes, I've only gotten grades back for ONE class. BUT, it was Angi's class and I got an A, so booya!! Although, I don't know how anyone couldn't get an A in that class - except for Kevin, he surly doesn't deserve an A if he doesn't even care to show up half the time.

Hopefully tomorrow will find me feeling better and able to go to the Basquiet party at the museum with Guillermo and Jane, but from the looks of it I don't think that's happening. Oh well, I guess it's good because that'll force me to finish up Christmas presents. This is going to be a crochet-tastic Christmas. Speaking of.... you know how every year of your wedding anniversary is a special type of anniversary (i.e. paper, gold, silver, etc.) - I wonder if there's a crochet year. THAT would be awesome-tastic!! Ya... I'm special.

Now playing: Immi - The Walk (Live)

-- where have all my striped socks goooooooooooooooooone?