Glitter.
Everywhere.
IT'S GOING TO EAT ME ALIVE!
I swear the people that work and shop at my work are CRAZY for glitter. To an almost inhuman extent. Everyday after work I have to brush myself off in front of a mirror to make sure that I have all the glitter off of me. I can't deal with it if I kept it on for any longer then I need to.
Seriously.
It covers the cash register, it covers the floors, the shelves, us... EVERYWHERE.
The whole store is glittering. With glitter...
In other news still haven't done much else to my essay... though I really should.
It's just... I don't like Political Science... It's nothing close to my major (art) so I really don't want to do it... but I must... it's a great transferable class but still... must I?
I guess. Time to stop moaning and complaining and get that stupid thing done.
But my major problem is my level of perfectionism. Unless I've been working on the thing for more than a week it HAS TO BE PERFECT. No joke. You should see me when I'm painting... any mistake I make and I automatically have it in the plan that when the paint dries THAT MISTAKE IS GOING DOWN. Command-and-Conquer style. Not Halo style... old school NUCLEAR ESCALATION STYLE.
Have you ever played that game? Nuclear Escalation? It's a really old (and I mean 80s game) board game and it's hilarious. The whole premise of the game is to be the last one standing after the nuclear fights. Imagine the Cold War if it got Hot instead of Cold.
And when you die, you have the option (which isn't really the best name for it because EVERYBODY decides to do this) to launch ALL your nukes at another player.
Which usually kills them... and you can see what they do.
So most of the time everybody dies "The End" type of story.
But when you're that winner at the end... Life is good. Life is very good. And you decide to celebrate by running around the house basking in your awesomeness and glory and so on and so forth.
Anywhoozle... that is what I've been thinking about.
Glitter and nuculear bombs.
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Essays and Letters...and Batman
So this morning... at 2am I sat up from making my boyfriend his scarf and realized... that I had an essay due in two days. So I was planning on waking up early to get it done.
Which never happens if I stay up until 2...
So anyways I slept in until 11am... which is mostly because of my nice and warm comforter but also in part because der boifriend (as he is called, of his own request, in my cell phone) did not text.
His texts usually wake me up. It is imperative that I read them~
Anywhoozle yeah... So for the past 45 minutes I've been reading the prompt and looking up stuff on websites that point out the faults in what people say.
Oh yeah! My essay is (belated enough as my writing this is...) about the Presidential Campaign and the misinformation surrounding what they did and didn't say and what is true and just plain hooey.
Anyways so the debates are pretty interesting. I've been reading them... and from what I've seen Romney uses a lot-- a lot of dashes about-- about everything... It makes me wonder if they were for dramatic effect (which he would've been using a bit too much in my opinion) or if he really was stuttering a bit.
Which serves a purpose... Don't just read the debates online... Watch them if you have time! 'Cause I have a bias for anybody that uses --that uses this... I dislike it. And I just realized that... I do that... a lot. I shall be cutting back on elipses... wait. I just did another one. FOOEY. Oh well.
So my boyfriend told me that he was going to vote early by turning it in VIA the mail system
And by the way... I LOVE THE MAIL SYSTEM. To an almost un-Godly extent. My friends and I send letters back and forth to each other, even if we're in the same town. It's weird but hey, everybody likes snail mail!
Oh so my boyfriend and a few other people I know were so angry and tired of the campaigns that they voted for NANANANANANANANA BATMAN!!!
Which children, you shouldn't do... but it serves my purpose.
I live in a Democratic state but a Republican county. Haha... blame the adults with tons of money here. But my family tends to lean more Libertarian than anything. Which in my mind is closer to Republican than Democrat but technically it's in the middle and flung waaaaaaay out towards Anarchism. Which my history teacher in High School was... that was an interesting class to say the least. He had some of his old hair attached to the wall as a reminder to us all to never grow a mullet. It worked.
But I digress. So my friends and I, knowing that in our state we're going to go Democratic anyways no matter how five people vote, unlike Florida who always seems to be the turning point state and has a hard time deciding who won, the Democratic vote is assured.
So we, deciding we didn't care as much anymore, said the hell with it and voted for Batman.
All except little old me... I forgot to turn in my voter registration. Hee hee.
SO CHILDREN. A LESSON. Turn in your voter registration, plan how you vote... and don't be Florida. And send mail to friends. They will automatically love you in turn.
Which never happens if I stay up until 2...
So anyways I slept in until 11am... which is mostly because of my nice and warm comforter but also in part because der boifriend (as he is called, of his own request, in my cell phone) did not text.
His texts usually wake me up. It is imperative that I read them~
Anywhoozle yeah... So for the past 45 minutes I've been reading the prompt and looking up stuff on websites that point out the faults in what people say.
Oh yeah! My essay is (belated enough as my writing this is...) about the Presidential Campaign and the misinformation surrounding what they did and didn't say and what is true and just plain hooey.
Anyways so the debates are pretty interesting. I've been reading them... and from what I've seen Romney uses a lot-- a lot of dashes about-- about everything... It makes me wonder if they were for dramatic effect (which he would've been using a bit too much in my opinion) or if he really was stuttering a bit.
Which serves a purpose... Don't just read the debates online... Watch them if you have time! 'Cause I have a bias for anybody that uses --that uses this... I dislike it. And I just realized that... I do that... a lot. I shall be cutting back on elipses... wait. I just did another one. FOOEY. Oh well.
So my boyfriend told me that he was going to vote early by turning it in VIA the mail system
And by the way... I LOVE THE MAIL SYSTEM. To an almost un-Godly extent. My friends and I send letters back and forth to each other, even if we're in the same town. It's weird but hey, everybody likes snail mail!
Oh so my boyfriend and a few other people I know were so angry and tired of the campaigns that they voted for NANANANANANANANA BATMAN!!!
Which children, you shouldn't do... but it serves my purpose.
I live in a Democratic state but a Republican county. Haha... blame the adults with tons of money here. But my family tends to lean more Libertarian than anything. Which in my mind is closer to Republican than Democrat but technically it's in the middle and flung waaaaaaay out towards Anarchism. Which my history teacher in High School was... that was an interesting class to say the least. He had some of his old hair attached to the wall as a reminder to us all to never grow a mullet. It worked.
But I digress. So my friends and I, knowing that in our state we're going to go Democratic anyways no matter how five people vote, unlike Florida who always seems to be the turning point state and has a hard time deciding who won, the Democratic vote is assured.
So we, deciding we didn't care as much anymore, said the hell with it and voted for Batman.
All except little old me... I forgot to turn in my voter registration. Hee hee.
SO CHILDREN. A LESSON. Turn in your voter registration, plan how you vote... and don't be Florida. And send mail to friends. They will automatically love you in turn.
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