i think i could possibly have rage issues.

dammit dammit DAMMIT..oh yeah..and hello.

i'm annoyed right now. i'm sure you are thinking "what else is new..there is ALWAYS something pissing you off!" while you are correct in that aspect..well..you're right. i really can't think of a single instance when i haven't been heated over something in recent months. maybe it's true: i'm just a bitter bitch who needs to get laid. discuss amongst yourselves. diagrams, charts, and other assorted graphic aids are encouraged.

the weekend is practically my only downtime this semester given my crazy-ass educational commitments. it's my time to kick back, relax, and wake up from an alcohol induced slumber on saturday morning and question the events of the previous evening over the dining hall's only enjoyable feature: made-to-order omelets. that's what weekends are for in college for god's sake. professors though..they don't give a rat's ass about my well-being..hence the THREE TESTS i have next week..two of which are on one day..back-to-back. you people are an educated bunch..but you gotta talk to each other when scheduling exams that could make or break my grade point average. don't be shy.

if you didn't already know..motorola and verizon suck big balls. i think it's some kind of prerequisite if you are going to have a business that deals with wireless communication..or dealing with people in general. so my phone charger mysteriously (read: sabotage) broke..and of COURSE the phone i have, which looks like one of those toy cell phones that candy comes in, was only manufactured for about 5.4 seconds. so now i have to shovel the civic out of a heap of snow that probably quadruples me in size and mass, drive to the mall, and deal with some "friendly customer service technician" (aka asshole with a headset) to get a whole new phone with money that i just don't have at the moment. just out of curiosity, would it be so wrong to bust out the judo-chops on these mofos? yeah..i thought not.

have you ever walked in on two people copulating? i almost did..and it was just as emotionally scarring as getting picked last in gym class..after the fat kid with asthma and the kid w tape on his glasses..not to mention the paraplegic and dracula (never happened..i swear).

the fact that i totally beat the crap out of my cold is keeping me in high spirits. i would like to thank the lovely people at tylenol cold and sinus, the wonder that is the top bunk, trista and ryan, and the killer t cells of my immune system for my speedy recovery. i could not have done it without you.

..roughing up customer service reps like its my job and shielding my eyes before entering a room from this moment on,
lex

ps..yay for temperatures above -84758458475987 degrees..i saw grass today too, raus!

more things that make me feel pukey.

usually i'm not a big fan of pity parties. the lighting is bad, the food usually sucks (more on that later), and the atmosphere..well..people just seem like they'd rather be doing something..ANYTHING..else (sponge baths to the elderly come to mind for some reason..bygones). however..when your friends are the shit (aka don't smell and give you presents for no good reason other than the fact that they looooOOOOOve you unconditionally)..i say bring these parties on. to the remaining two-thirds of that crazy cult they call "triple A": you know how to cheer me up even when there is no misfortune of others in sight to cackle at..hearts! ps..you are both gayer than christmas.

i would also like to retract a statement from the previous entry that said oversized cards touted MAJOR vomit-potential. that is only true when there is no talk of my enviable abs and pantene pro-v commercial worthy strands or pictures of delicious boys in silk boxers. period.

so HOORAY for me..for i managed to escape v-day unscathed (maybe with an added 45874857094 calories or so and with a BONUS headcold *sniffle sniffle a-chooooOOO*..but who's counting?). quality time with mike weird-last-name over a seemingly endless box o' pizza and numerous cans of busch..oh sweet nectar of the gods (insert bitter beer face here). it's amazing how well two people can get along when their significant others are either in spain or invisible (guess which one is my love slave..shan't be too hard). at least moms sent me some yum-yum-yummy jelly bellys to suppress any and all urges to maintain a semi-normal eating routine. word to the (not-so) wise though: confusing cinnamon with very cherry is potentially lethal to your taste buds. rapid hand flapping and uncontrollable watering of the eyes will most likely ensue.

speaking of unpleasant tastes in my mouth..i'm so sick of uconn food. it's bad enough that you can actually see the laxatives stewing around in puddles atop most entrees, but the food itself (though supposedly prepared by professional culinary wizards, or as i realistically refer to as those who have passed "how to operate an ez-bake oven for dummies 101") is usually something that i wouldn't even subject my dog to eat (he's a ball of fur with principles and sophisticated tastes, after all). seriously..had i gotten sick last night, the thought of seeing the same slop i involuntarily consumed several hours earlier, arroz con pollo in reverse mind you, would have done some irreversible damage to my fragile psyche. aaaaaand scene.

..jonesing for some good chow and an economy-size box o' kleenex,
lex