I feel pretty, oh so pretty

I went to work today ya’ll. Yes I did. And I wore some cuuuuuute clothes. I mean, the people in my office were agog, I was so cute. And I felt good. So good.

It was great, too, I did some stuff, I didn’t feel all cloudy and crazed (it’s amazing how good you can feel when you’re not living life on major painkillers - bigup to the dimming properties of morphine!)

Of course, the folks at the office are two-plus-crazy-as-hell. They were fun to watch, one lady actually doesn’t speak to me. This is old hat to me, though, there was once another lady who didn’t speak to me, too. So, I just ran her over a few times (she’s short), embarassed her once (she was being rude), and had a great day in general. I think she cried a few times (had nothing to do with me, I swear). It’s kind of like grammar, (work with me on this one), if you break the rules because you don’t know them there isn’t nearly the effect of breaking them on purpose despite knowing them. There is skill and stupidity, guess who is operating from the latter?

Ah well, leopards and spots and all that. I’m missing my grandmother right now and scheming on how I can go see her. I bought a new dress today and now The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is on. I love this movie. I know it was panned by the critics, but haters beware! The movie is damn fine.

Oh and my friend Beff sent me the most ignorant video in the world with this ghetto preacher who is reading from (i shit you not) the Yellow Pages, insisting it is actually a bible and he calls the congregation Bitches. For real.

I think that is a good note to end a post on. A preacher calling the congregation bitches. Yeah Bitches!!!

A world full of questions and no answers

A world full of questions and no answers
Well, I've stepped off the deep end and gone shopping online - again. New retailer, though, bluefly.com. I was in the mood for some BCBGMaxAzria. Actually, I was watching the Project Runway finale and they were offering 30 bucks off and designs by season 4 winner Christian Siriano and I just had to get my hot little hands on some of his pencil leg pants and a ruffly shirt. Rami Kashou's designs also please me. I'd love to wear his stuff, I mean, i would crash many a party and swing from the chandeliers in his designs all night long.

I did a bad job of straightening my hair this afternoon. I'm now watching Death at a Funeral and this ish is absolutely out of control. A midget in a casket, LSD mixed with ketamine, people trippin' balls left right and center...it's gets laugh-out-loud funny about halfway through and builds to the funny for the first half.

Classes are going well. Politics in the office are building and reaching their boiling point. The thing is - they can boil for quite a while so I just have to keep my hand out of the pot and tend to my own endeavors otherwise I get stressed and distracted. No point in me joining the multitude of unhappy people.

have you ever noticed that people make their own misery? There are some things that are appropriately misery inducing. Death. Illness. Emotional and mental trauma. Childhood. Pop music. But there are a lot of people who complain a whole, whole lot in life. They don't do anything to fix whatever is wrong with them, they refuse to acknowledge small or large things that can be adjusted in order to experience the happiness they crave - instead they complain that happiness does not fall in their laps.

Newsflash, happiness is a choice. You just make up your mind. And then you work toward keeping that happiness. Anything that makes you happy, you focus on. Anything that compromises your happiness, you avoid like the plague. It's all good.

Well, enough sermonizing from me. I got a cherry red cashmere t-shirt and a chocolate jersey wrap dress in case you were wondering.

Holla...

Brush with Infamy

Brush with Infamy
happy tuesday snitches!

okay, check this out:

http://cjsd.blogspot.com/2008/02/ten-simple-rules-for-graduate-students.html

I love it. I have a lab coat that has the nametag "Dr. E. Genius, Ph.D" embroidered on. I wear it all the time at work and i just don't pay attention as people read it. this one guy ( a doctah, wouldn't you know it) actually asked me how to 'pronounce (my) last name' and whether it was french.

yes. i said yes. it was french. pronounced "jean-ous." i'm still laughing. Like, did NO ONE else ever watch cartoons or read comic books as a kid and now they can't get the joke. Dr. Evil Genius, Ph.d. hullo!

So, one of my friends claims to be in a corner, babbling incoherently to herself, having been driven mad by her job. Another friend has an ex calling who always asks for money. It's that time of the year. i'm just putting the information out there - it's the time of the year for EX-FEST. Yes, the exes come out of hibernation with the spring, all the major holidays are gone and (usually) so are their steady dummies - i mean partners - so they want to go through the rolodex in their minds and make sure someone out there is still pining for them. it doesn't matter if you say, "oh, you're still alive?" when you get the phone call during Ex-Fest, they keep on comin'. Of late i've been contacted by people I don't even remember. This is no great big achievement, considering the number of brain cells I've sacrificed to the greater good, but really, i don't recognize these people.

And I know I've slept with them cause of the way they approach me. Yet, i don't recall them. At all. big blank. Or, say, someone I was terribly fond of once upon a time forever ago and they contact me, but I'm no longer fond of them. I mean, it was a LIFETIME AGO. So now, he is reaching out and I'm wondering "does this person honestly expect a reply? Like, for really?"

it's too bad, no one gets replies. You have to ask yourself, "what do I have to talk to this person about?" And then you have to be honest with yourself. Did you do much talking before? Was it based on a shared experience or a particular point in time? If so, ya'll don't have anything else to talk about. Shit's over. Experience has passed and the point in time may exist in a parallel dimension, but it's way past gone in this one.

The Times has a good story about choice and how difficult it is for people to limit their choices even if they have empirical evidence that limiting their choices will make them more successful. Ah well. Such is life. Who needs that many choices for anything? Or that many people to recall on a semi-regular basis. its' better not to remember.