Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Late night ramblings.

Oh my goodness. I am so bored. I am doing the same thing day in and day out and I don't know how to extract myself from the jaws of boredom.

How do people do it? I know there are people who never stray from their routine. They don't have ants for whom they must devise a plan to eradicate. (My plan was to spray their path with ant killer, wipe it up, and then mop the area with clorox. But I see MORE! What the ...? Not the excitement I am looking for).

I want some excitement. I want grown up excitement. An exciting new friend. An interesting new hobby for which I may or may not have great talent . A man who is man enough to handle my independence.

What is wrong with me that I can't seem to find my own excitement? Blah. Can't we go out and rock this world? At least the DC area?

I was out with a friend recently and we spoke about the Twilight books and the film "Wanted". We decided that guys fantasize about being an average schmo until someone comes and gets them and trains them to be an assassin. They (guys) want to believe they have the capacity to be impressive, they just have not had the opportunity to show their inclinations. The hot chick who demonstrates the guy's innate hotness to the evil ex-girlfriend does not hurt either. The movie is basically is male fantasy come to film and my friend was not impressed by it.

Then we talked about how much girls like the Twilight series and why. Every girl seems to want a date spectacular guy who really wants to be with her and not for sex, but rather for HER. Just for her being her.

I had to laugh because I really hated the Twilight books. I don't need some whiny boy who sparkles in sunlight. But hell if I didn't like Wanted. I feel like I would make a great spy. I am great at accents. I feel like I could make a bullet bend and if a hot guy wanted to make my ex feel like crap, I would be super cool with that.

So, I wanna be a spy... but the kind that does not wind up in jail for treason.

Monday, August 10, 2009

What's up?

Oh, there are so many things I could be doing instead of what I am doing which is watching crappy television whilst screwing around on my new Mac which is so very awesome that I don't even stop to notice how very out of breath this run-on sentence is making me.

I also have wee little tiny ants that have some sort of vacation resort somewhere under my desk. These beasts are seeing me as a buffet, I think. Did you know sugar ants bite? I have a vast reservoir of curse words that leak out of me like a water through a sieve every time I find one dangling from me by his (teeth?) mouth. But where are they coming from? I have wiped the whole area down and even put highly toxic traps out that my cat was wildly intrigued by, which then left me to check on his breathing every 22.2 seconds because while I hide the traps in areas that the cat should not be able to reach, I am neurotic and have become a crazy cat lady. This, a combination that leads to extraordinary craziness. At least in me... But at least I am extraordinary in some manner, right?

I have been scouring the internet looking for baptism gifts for my cousins two little girls. I have no idea what to get them.(ANT!*). I was thinking little sterling silver ladybug bracelets. Are bracelets stupid for people under the age of three?

School starts for me in a couple of weeks. I am fired up, but at the same time Homework! Tests! Classrooms! Argh! Yet, I am excited because it will give me some structure in addition to the fact that I am learning to make movies. MOVIES! Fun! I was in our bookstore looking for some sweet apparel to don while proudly advertising the school, with clothing I paid full price for, to which I will be fully indebted to ($40K each year) for the next three years. Alas, nothing appealed to me. Maybe I am becoming more frugal. I certainly hope so. I make something like $4 a month.

I dreamed that Heidi Klum and I were buddies the other night. She was all pretty and pregnant and selling sweatshirts at some fair. I have been dreaming in German a lot lately. I think I need to practice the language more because I ordered my mother's birthday present online yesterday and had to call the shop in Germany. I kept forgetting words, which totally sucks when speaking to a German in Germany because they are no where as lenient with the random inclusions of English words into the dialogue. But I got it done.

Well, now I am hungry.

*killed an ant. One down 2,027,826,292 to go.