So lots of things happened in the last two weeks.

First off, I started school. Oh... my... god... FRESHMAN SHOULD NOT GET PARKING SPOTS!!!!! Here is a post/public service announcement I made on dreamincode.net...

THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL FRESHMAN:

College/University is a place of learning and education, it is not a family reunion. Please leave grandma, grandpa, Aunt Susie, Uncle Jim, mom, dad, your siblings, etc. at home!!!! This is school, not a circle jerk. It's not "the more, the merrier"!!!! Some of us pay $100-200 for parking and we have to park across town and get a bus because you think you have to have a family reunion! Some of us also pay $xxx,xxx.xx to go to school, out of our own pockets, or have actually worked towards our scholarships (unlike your cheating asses) and DO NOT WANT TO MISS CLASS BECAUSE WE CANNOT FIND A PARKING SPOT UNTIL CLASS IS HALF WAY OVER!!!!! And to those of you who think that lectures are study hall/talking time/facebook time, let me tell you something: SOME OF US ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO FUCKING GET AN EDUCATION!!!! SOME OF US CARE!!!! SOME OF US ACTUALLY PAY FOR THIS CLASS AND YOU ARE PREVENTING US FROM LEARNING!!!! I don't pay the college $500 a credit hour to hear about how many boys/girls you slept with over the summer, I came to learn! GAH!!!! ⼂(ÒヮÓ)⼃

Thank you and have a nice day.

Honestly, really, come on. I spent 45 minutes on Tuesday looking for a parking spot, ran out of gas, coasted down Col. Glenn Highway to Speedway to refill, looked for a spot again, drove to the overflow lot off campus, had to make my own parking spot because IT was full, took a charter to Millet Hall, walked all the way across campus to Rike Hall, and plopped down in my Discrete Math class finally after already missing half the class. This makes me soooooo mad that my education has to suffer because the freshman think they need to have a family reunion in their dorms. Sheesh.


Also, who the hell does Kanye think he is doing that to poor Taylor?! He is such a tool, and deserves to get mauled by a bear. I love how Comedy Central played the gay fish episode over and over in honor of Kanye's douchebagginess. Lol. He is not the voice of this generation, and he is NOT a rapper. Here's another amazing rant on this subject from dreamincode.net:

Rap is dead, it's been dead for years. This new shit is just ... well, just that! ... and it's aimed to please the lowest common denominator, aka confused 13 year old boys and girls and people who dropped out of high school to have babies. "hey guys, lets be cool and cuss every other word, dress skanky, and walk around talking about how we have guns and stuff cuz we bad ass!" Psh, yea right. The original rap wasn't like that. They talked about gangs and shootings, but that's when gangs where real. The gangs were there because of other gangs, and they sold drugs to get money, and prostitutes were only doing it for the money. Now, everybody wants to do it to "be cool", or at least that's how it seems. Though it's a comedy, Malibu's Most Wanted is a [funny] example of stuff I see every day from middle schoolers walking down the streets with strollers and smoking blunts. You can't call these "crappers" nowadays "rappers", because they are not. Rap died like 20 years ago. Stop it. Stop calling yourselves gangsters. Now even rock has been evolving into the same crap. Hollywood Undead != rock. Stop playing it on our rock station!!!! Sheesh. What happened to real music, to real musicians, with real talent?! Honestly, anybody, and I mean ANYBODY can sing 98% of the shit they play on the radio/tv. Can you honestly call yourself a musician if you have a soundboard making you sound halfway decent in your tiny range of notes? I'm not saying to go out and get some symphanies or opera, but jebus at least TRY to be original or talented before trying to get a contract. A monkey with a guitar can come out with better shit than I hear on the radio, and their screeching would probably sound better than half of their singing! At least they have a better range!

Just my 2 cents, and I don't care what retort you guys have for this. This is how I honestly feel about music nowadays, and I'm not budging on that.

That is all for now, as I have stuff/school to do.



....Later....

I got a parking ticket :( I need to get a new tag. I'm just gonna pay the $5 a quarter for off-campus parking + WSU charter instead of $75 to do the same thing just in case I might get a chance to park on campus... Also spent $100 on art supplies again. I swear, every time I go into a Michaels or United Art and Education I go bankrupt...

I would bitch about my mom taking my computer that I paid for and pay the bills for, but at this point I'm out of energy. I'm pissed beyond words atm..... I just... omg. What the fuck ever.

So I went to my uncles' double birthday party. They turned 60 and 75. The party was at Indian Lake, and my mom and aunt were drinking, so I was designated driver. I had a relatively good day until I was giving a dog and like 5 kids a ride around the camper grounds on a golf cart. I was holding one little one-year-old on my lap and letting him pretend to steer when I got back to the shelter where everyone was partying. The kids grandma comes to take him when i feel like really warm on my thighs. ... *le sigh* I'm like "is he potty trained or is he wearing a diaper, cuz I think he just peed on me! ;____;" Sure enough, when I picked him up my whole lap and hoodie was covered in baby pee. I get up and everyone starts laughing at me. Gah! So I go the the bath stall of the public restroom building and have my cousin that rode with me hold my pants and hoodie under the dryer.

Finally at like 11:30, about after 6 hours of stewing in a babies piss, we head home. About like 30 (halfway) into the drive I see some guy riding my ass with his brights on. I speed up a little to about 70 mph and flip my mirror to night view and hoped he would stop riding my ass when I realized why he was riding my ass to begin with. He flipped on his blue and red flashing lights XD Now my mom was drunk and was bitching at me (she always does about my speed, but I've driven for 3 years without a ticket), nervous because I couldn't find the registration to her car, and my insurance card was expired (even though I had just payed my insurance bill yesterday :P). The guy asked me where I was coming from, where I was going, and who was drinking. My aunt in the backseat said she was but she was drinking water for the past 2 hours, which was true, and my mom said she was too, and that I was their designated driver. My cousin was in the front seat freaking out cuz she was dizzy from the car being tilted, so the cute cop boy came back and handed me my license and said I was free to go because I was being responsible and he appreciated that. <3. Lucky me. I didn't even have to flash him my titties!

Now lets see how today goes. :p

So, as per request from some of my Twitter followers, I have set up a blog thingy for my actual life, and not just for P:N. Some people seem to think that my daily misfortunes are funny, and all I have to say about that is "TO HELL WITH YOU!!!", but it is good to rant and look back and say "HA! What a twat..."

Okay, so today started out pretty ghey. I got in the shower and shaved, and didn't get out til 7:15 am, which is when I am usually leaving for work. On the way to work I go to get McDonalds. I ask them for a cappuccino and they give me a coffee with cream. "Whatever, I'll drink it" I said. So I look down to see that my gas tank was empty. $40 later, I finally get on the highway to go to work. Since my cup holder is kinda broken, and when I got onto the exit ramp, my "cappuccino" spilled over into my drivers seat, running across the crease in my leather seats across the back of my freshly shaven thighs! Omg. So I finally get to work, soaked pants and all, and the lieutenant who works in my office laughs at me the whole way to my office. Once I got in there I realize that I didn't have the keys to my cabinets and filing cabinets in my cube!!! I try to call everyone who would have a spare, but they either didn't have one or didn't answer my pages/calls. *le sigh*

So I go home early because it hurts to sit and I couldn't work anyways. I finally survive another Left 4 Dead campaign on expert, making me that much closer to getting What Are You Trying to Prove. I fear that I have pissed one of my friends off, but really, he keeps blocking my bullets from hitting the zombies with his body! Gah! Then I was talking to one of my Muslim friends and said Happy Ramadan, and I teased him saying that "you bitches and the Jews have like a holiday every other freaking day! You party animals :P" just totally joking, but I guess he got a little touchy. :( I didn't mean to offend, he knows my sense of humor, and he knows I'm like the least racist person he probably knows, but now he's offline and I didn't get a chance to really apologize properly, so now I feel bad :(. ;______;

Oh yea, it's payday and I'm already broke. Bad, bad day. But I did get a Betta fish today! :D I named him Winston! <3