Down

I read this book that Courtney let me borrow, called Psych Major Syndrome, it was really good. I mean, it didn't change my life and I don't really identify with the main character, but that Nathan is hot. Obviously, fictional boys will always be better.

Two boys that I do love are Colton and Andrew. I had the best time with them the other night. Granted, I really wanted to watch the Golden Globes but they stuck around until after to play Risk all night. I love my boys. :)

Astronomy is a dumb class. I'm about to roll out to go listen to this ultra-dweeb talk about stars and planets and galaxies or whatever for a whole goddang hour. Oh and fifteen minutes. Because he's one of those douche bags that makes you stay in your seat until the last possible second. And anyway, why in the hell do I need to know about parsecs and light years and shit? Hello, I've seen Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, and Armageddon. That's basically all I need to know.

Health is another dumb class. It's stupid for them to require me to take a class about the human body and all its functions. I totally know about excercise even though I've always wanted to spell it excersize. And also, I saw Ms. Ray's slideshow of STD's in ninth grade and God knows I will never forget what pubic lice are. Eww.

Coffee + Sleep Aide= Everything I Will Ever Need.

When the hell is Glee coming back? I have no shows on Wednesday. Or Tuesday! LOST! February 2nd could not get here fast enough. I'm slightly deranged at present with thinking about LOST. I have a notebook dedicated to timelines, charts, maps, etc. pertaining to the LOST universe. I know, I need a life.

Also, I really really hate to admit it, but I am VERY excited about the Vampire Diaries tonight. Yes, there's supposed to be a pregnancy scare on Bones, and Izzie is coming back to Grey's Anatomy, plus there's the ever-lovely Fringe to watch, but I really wanna see Damon and Elena run away to Georgia together. Although, if I was gonna run away somewhere, I'd pick a place a teensy bit more exotic and interesting. Hey, maybe they'll go to the Coke Factory or something.

(Note: "Down" by Jason Walker is the best song ever, right now. You should download. Trust me.)

And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

I think I'm an insomniac. I can't sleep. Even when I stay up until four, I never get a good nights rest. Also, I'm fairly certain my dreams are trying to tell me something.

I keep having the dream where my teeth fall out. It's weird because its been constant for the last couple of weeks. Every single night I dream that for some reason my teeth are falling out. So, like a real human being I decided to consult Google. So, Google tells me that this dream can mean subconsious issues in an number of areas but most likely my dreams are telling me that I feel powerless. The teeth, you see, are a symbol of power in many cultures because they are the instruments by which animals get food, fight off attackers, etc. Since my teeth are falling out, it symbolizes a sense of powerlessness. Apparently, I am frustrated by a lack of authority or worth. Which is ridiculous because I'm a confident individual. Most of the time I am assert myself as the person in power of a situation because, as I've been told, I have a very dominant personality.

This, of course, lead me to the obvious conclusion that I should take a personality profile on the internet. Apparently I have a "Conscientous" personality. Which means I'm hard working, with strong opinions and beliefs, who believes in the proper order of things and that everything must be done correctly. I'm organized and very detailed. I have a practical, no-nonsense view of the world and very rarely let my emotions show. However, despite the fact that my emotions are hard to read, I'm an incredibly emotional person on the inside but don't like people to know that fact. I am careful and cautious in many aspects of my life including both socially and romantically. I also don't like to throw anything away. Or so this so-called "personality test" says. Personally, I don't think these things are very accurate.

In other news, I think watching so much Bones is making me want to become an anthropologist. Not that I hadn't thought about the idea more than once of course. The idea of studying humans in various cultures and times fascinates me. I just don't think its very practical. Although, that travelling would be fantastic. But alas, no decisions for me until the new year.

Speaking of which, I need to find a nice man to take advantage of on New Years Eve. If anyone knows any takers, I'm open to suggestions. I refuse to ring in 2010 like I did 2009. I'm going to have a nice evening. And I'm going to get my mack on. Holy shit, I sound like a rapist. Which brings me to a very important lesson, kids. Do not drink things out of stranger's flasks. It isn't a good plan.

"You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely". - The Winter's Tale (Act I, Scene I).

(Note: "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going" covered by Glee cast)

Bad Romance

I'm ready for the new year. No, seriously, ridiculously READY for the new year. It's not that I'm over 2009, it was awesome fo sho. I just need 2010 to exist. My horoscope told me that I can 't make any decisions AT ALL until the new year. Which is very very frustrating. I'm the kind of person that likes to make decisions as problems arise and then deal with the consequences at a later date. But, the good old horoscope says no and who the hell am I to argue with fate? Apparently, if I do decide anything, the end result like "complete and utter destruction" or something and that doesn't sound like fun with glow sticks to me.

''You sunk my battleship, Rod. And you sunk it hard.'' -Sue Sylvester

I just really wish I could shut off my mind sometimes. Its uncontrollable here recently. Like, seriously, shut the hell up, Bekah. Do not go there. There is not happy. There is very, very ugly. Uh uh.

“You know what they say. Maybe I’m just drawn that way.” -Beautiful Creatures

I just read this book, Beautiful Creatures, and it is fantastic. Totally recommend for a little fun, light reading. Also, Warner Brothers has already optioned the rights so you can expect an adorable flick in a few years with some hip, unknown but really hot actors probably that will eventually dominate our tabloids and media outlets.

Speaking of wonderful books turned movie franchises, I don't think I could be more excited about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One than I am right at this moment. Holy smokes. What an excellent story. Except for the obvious flaws and misunderstandings. Obviously, I'll just continue to block those out.

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" -Albus Dumbledore

Oh, also, Legend of the Seeker is AWESOME. Better than Battlestar Galactica, even. And I love me some BSG. I cannot wait for Santa to bring me the books. It shall be a wonderful Christmas. Really though, it is so good. Forbidden love, destiny, swords, sexy people. I just can't wait until the next episode.

"People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true, or because they are afraid it might be true. People's heads are full of knowledge, facts, and beliefs, and most of it is false, yet they think it true. People are stupid; they can only rarely tell the difference between a lie and the truth, and yet they are confident they can, and so are all the easier to fool." -Legend of the Seeker

Books I will read over the holiday: The Lovely Bones, Everything That Rises Must Converge, The Stand (maybe), Atonement (maybe)....Ugh. I can never ever seem to make it through those two. I always start, get a couple pages in and give up. It's an unconcious thing, I guess. Kind of like the time I tried to finally read Anna Karenina. Whatever.

Mostly, though, I'm gonna write like a beast in my journal. I seriously neglected the poor darling over the summer.

I want your love and I want your revenge. What is GaGa trying to say?

(Note: "Bad Romance", Lady GaGa)

Uprising

It's been a while since I posted a blog. It feels like too long. But lets be honest, between college and watching re-runs of my favorite shows, I'm swamped. Just totally busy. Not one free moment of my day. Speaking of, I recently rewatched the magical show that is LOST and also managed to get the most wonderful roomate in all the land to start watching. There's just something about another person experiencing something you love that's just awesome. I love it when people actually enjoy the wierd things I'm obsessed with. Callie also watched V for Vendetta! Which was really exciting because this time she actually attempted to watch it, and just like that she like it this time. I'm about to rev up that warm classic today seeing as how it just so happens to be Guy Fawkes Day. Which means it is time for my annual viewing of V for Vendetta. Yes.

In other, probably more important news, I woke up at 3:00am this morning to register for spring and summer classes. Let me tell you: it was unpleasant. Most of the classes I wanted to take are either unavailable or in an unacceptable timeslot like 8 in the morning or 6 at night. No thanks. Anyways, at present I'm signed up for only 12 hours and then 4 hours over the summer. Is that enough? I mean, I've got a pretty baller schedule with that, no classes on Friday, no early classes. I think I'm doing pretty good. And I'm still gonna do Chemistry Hell 101 over the summer even though I'm not sure about this whole nursing thing. Is it wishful thinking to want to be in the FBI or CIA? That would be BALLER. I'd get to carry a gun and a badge and whoop ass. Sounds much more interesting than taking blood and emptying pee bags. Just sayin.

Also, to anyone who doesn't already know (I'm guessing the majority of people that read this blog) , Battlestar Galactica is my new obsession. It is so good, guys. I know I've said it a billion times by now, but seriously. Check that shit out. The plot is centered around 12 colonies/planets named after the 12 signs of the zodiac (Caprica, Sagitarrion, Tauron, etc.) About 40 years ago, humans created machines called Cylons that, of course, eventually rebelled and left. They evolved and some now look like humans and they are supremely pissed off at the humans. So, they set about destroying all 12 colonies and only about 50,000 peeps survive and live on spaceships protected by the only military vessel left: the Battlestar Galactica. The human race keeps escaping the Cylons but the Cylons have a plan obviously and they're smarter because, hello, they're machines (or are they?). Theres a ton of awesome characters, love triangles, plot twists, betrayal, etc. and its all in space. Plus they say "frak" instead of the other "f" word which makes them very cool. Oh, and most of the people on the show are hot. Delicously hot. Seriously.

Anyways, at present my life consists of avoiding homework, trying not to fail Environmental Bio, watching BSG, and being depressed that the Yankees won the World Series for the 27th time. I mean they would since they can pay their players much more than any other team but whatever. Frak them. I'm going home tomorrow after I get through 3 tests and I'm gonna go to the Homecoming game, maybe go to MOG, eat some Inoko, probably piss off my mom at my outrageous Blockbuster rentals, and get a little R & R before next week. Cheers.

(Note: Cast of Battlestar Galactica in photo resembling the Last Supper. Can you say genius? Song "Uprising" by Muse because it reminds of me of BSG.)

Chew Me Up and Spit Me Out

College sucks. Don't ever go to college if you can help it. No seriously. People say this is supposed to be like the best time of our lives and shit but really, it sure as hell is not.

For one thing, I've got a shit ton of things to do all day everyday. Sure, I don't have to wake up at 7:00am anymore but I'm not done for the day by 3 either. Classes are actually hard- like seriously difficult. Not so much the material as the actual studying that has to go down. I pretty much study and make notecards all the freaking time. Then, there's the little tiny fact that professors only grade you like, once in a blue moon so you only have like 4 or 5 grades in a class. Which means, of course, that if you fuck up you pretty much stay fucked for a good long while. On top of that, I've got to pick some god forsaken major so that maybe I'll make money in the distant future. The only problem is, they don't offer majors in watching Star Wars. And obviously the only major worth anything to my mother is nursing. Which might be okay, it just seems a little too Meredith Grey, ya know? What the hell, I may as well stop resisting my destiny. Apparently I'm just like Mer in every aspect.

Not to mention the fact that I have to worry about credit hours, and can I drop this class? , and what will make me happy?, and money. God, I have to worry about money. Apparently, I'm putting too much money on The Card. So, now I'm gonna like walk errwhere. Seriously? Plus, I need to start working out hardcore for two reasons: 1) I hear it relieves stress, and 2) I don't want to be fat. I don't have softball anymore everyday of my life so I'm not in shape. That's another thing, intramural sports are a joke. I wish I was on a real fucking team with a real fucking coach making us do agilities all the time and sweating it out. God, I miss it. And the sad thing is, I'll never ever get it back. The only thing that slightly compares is watching sports on the TV. But, that only leads to more stress in my life because the Sox fucking lost to the goddamn piece of shit Yankees TWICE this past weekend.

So, at this juncture, I need to figure out who the hell my advisor is because apparently I need to be advised. I need to change my major to nursing and pretend like I enjoy ass loads of science (no math though!). And, I need to start saving money. Because, apparently I will never ever have money again because I'm going to be paying The Man the rest of my life because I just HAD to go and get a college education. Whatever happened to subsistence farming? I will gladly trade if I can keep cable. And internet. And the iPhone.

In closing, I give you these little words: nothing takes the past away like the future. Yes, that is the title of an episode of Wildfire. No, I don't give a shit.

(Note: "Chew Me Up and Spit Me Out" by Cobra Starship, featured on the Jennifer's Body soundtrack. If you haven't seen that movie, you lack a certain...je ne seis quoi (that's French for "I know not what" and I didn't learn that shit in college). If you have time to read this blog, you have time to go see this wonderful film.)