Wow, I have been quite remiss in my lj duties of late. Let's see, when last I typed I was stressed and in the middle of finals. Quite obviously those ended quickly followed by graduation, which I attended but did not partake in. I was ridiculously proud watching all my friends walk across that stage, but I would be lying if I also didn't mention that it hurt, a lot. I mean, I should be down there with them, getting my degree, going on with my life. But because of some mishaps along the way, I have fallen behind all of my friends and am stuck here, in college. I feel almost as though I were a drop out. I failed to complete the assigned task on time, and as such I am a failure. Now obviously it isn't as dramatic as all this, but it is how I felt (quite irrationally I might add) as I sat next to a guy spitting chaw into a Dr. Pepper bottle and listening to Bobby Fong go on and on. I want to know that I have my degree, that all this struggle is over. Later that night I realized that I was PMSing and drunk myself silly with friends and all was forgotten.

Next came the festival of moving friends out of various places and into others. I had fun and in the process have obtained the ability to guilt any of their asses into helping me whenever I have to move large quantities of stuff from one place to another. Ha ha.

Then my dearest Katie turned the big double twos. Nick was an amazing boyfriend and drove the crew minus Amanda downtown for drunken debauchery. Much fun was had although I must confess that I may not wear a skirt that short ever again. The crowning moment of the evening is when some guy came over to hit on us, straight up told us that he was over forty, and then finally let it slip that it was his wife's birthday. Wow. "Happy birthday honey, watch while I go hit on these three girls, won't that be fun?" The wife seemed real cool although embarrassed and slightly pissed at her husband. I am always surprised how the crew can part for long periods of time and come back together and everything is as it was, except with new stories. I heart my friends.

This past Saturday was Gretchen's mom's surprise birthday/ Gretchen's graduation bonfire. I had a lot of fun drinking beer with my mom and dad and seeing old friends from high school. I also ate way too many s'mores. Those things are dangerous.

If you have been reading Gretchen's lj, which most of you have, then you heard of our hookah exploits last night. Crazy. Yes, I was very bad and smoked the hookah, but it is so gosh be-darned tasty. I also fell in love with Turkish coffee. I think I finished mine in 2 minutes. Yum. I hope that Enrique Lopez turns out to wear his shirts open at the top and a Spanish guitar plays whenever he enters the room. Otherwise I fear that Gretchen might be disappointed. Hell, I will be disappointed.

The boyfriend returned home tonight, I missed his face. We watched the LOTR extras for Return of the King and ate too much food. Now I am full and can't sleep. Boo. I DO have a huge test on Wednesday in Bio, so studying will prolly be taking place here in 3,2,1...

I am in the final crunch of the semester. Right now, I am stressed and exhausted and anxious as all get out. Saturday is my last day and if I can just get to there without any more screw ups then I will be a winner indeed.

However, I do have a May Day gift for Ashley (and Brian?)

http://www.kerasotes.com/Movie.aspx?FilmID=2517

I got that in my email with the rest of the show times and it caused a literal double-take.

Alright my dears, another paper and a design presentation awaits my ever ready attention.

Guess whose court case was thrown out. Mine!!!! Bwahahahaha!

Zombie strippers. *facepalm*

http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/zombiestrippers/trailer/


There are no words.

I am sad and regretful. But those are silly emotions so I will instead concentrate on the mound of homework glaring at me with baleful eyes. Besides, I would hate to be irrational. No time for the mope.

P.S. Dinner tonight was lovely, thank you Cara.

This is for Ashley.

Urban Word of the Day
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March 27, 2008: twitterpated

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=twitterpated&defid=70633

1)to be completely enamored with someone/something.
2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of
your affection.
3) romantically excited (i.e.: aroused)
4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a
result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a
romantic entity in someone's life.

When he smiled at her, the rush of warm, fuzzy, excited sensations that filled
her made her realize she was completely twitterpated with this man.


Also, I am pretty sure that I did really well on both of my huge exams today. I completely BSed one of my essays for Theatre History and after a post-test comparison of answers with Molly, I discovered that I BSed correctly. Huzzah!!

Soooo very sick. I am all drugged up, and caffeinated cause I am drugged up and drippy. Very very drippy. I spent lots and lots of time in the library catching up with all the work I have let slip so far. If I can just do the same tomorrow then I can rest easy on Wednesday night and watch Anna kick Russian theatre ass without stressing about the work I am behind on. Woot. Downside of this is that I did not get any rest and/or drugs til about 20 minutes ago. By that point I felt like I had been run over by a mack truck that gives people sinus pressure. Fucking sinus pressure big rigs.

The government promised me my check today, so as of 7am I should be a hell of a lot richer. Huzzah!! I can't wait.

Erica rolled into town to watch my cousin be initiated into her sorority on Sunday. Listening to her and my mom reminisce about their sisterhood made me feel slightly bad. I mean, I know the Greek system is not for me, but I still feel as though I am missing out. No matter how much I tell myself that I would make a really crappy sorority girl, I still wonder. Ah well, c'est la vie.

And because I am feeling bad and they make me feel better, ( Cat Memes )

Now I'm only falling apart. Nothing I could do, LUNAR ECLIPSE OF THE HEART!!!

It is snowing the prettiest snow ever right now. Srsly.

I just downloaded a cd of young foreign girls singing dirty American pop hits. I Touch Myself just came on. *Joygasm*

I had a meeting with John today. I went into it with a fatalist attitude, because when I set up the meeting he acted all closed off and unresponsive. Considering the meeting was where I was going to spring all my ideas for projects next year, I was terrified. It quickly became clear that he thought I had set up the meeting for not-good reasons (e.g. John, I am going to drop out of the theatre dept.) and all was well after that. He liked both my ideas but wants me to go with the more challenging one, which is kinda what I suspected. So I think we both left that one pleased.

In Art and Myth we discussed incest, cannibalism as revenge, and bird signs as divination. I walked out of Jordan and realized there was a gorgeous white hawk in the tree not 6 feet from me. The German guy who heard my exclamation said it was a falcon, but I am pretty sure we don't have those in Indiana. I wonder what the hawk simbolizes. Hopefully that bird did not seal my doom. :(

I just watched more X-Files in one sitting, than all of what I see of that show in a year. It is a good show though. P.S. I am so glad I wasn't born with a mutant/siamese/twin /baby/thing. It's the little things, ya know?

Test/quiz on Unity tomorrow. Sleep now.

Peace out, homes.

Okay, I just got an email from facebook that said this:

"Erica answered 10 of 10 questions correctly for a score of 100%. Beat Erica's score >"

Uh.... I CAN'T beat a perfect score. I can match it. I certainly can't beat it. WTF facebook.

I met up with my group for TVA and feel marginally better about our presentation tomorrow. Marginally. Let us see if I can pull this one off. If I do, well I should win all of the awesome points for the next two days at least.

I have a shlew of amazing ideas that need to produced and well, I made the executive decision (i.e. was coaxed by friends and family) to do them. Damn the man if he says no.

This website is a thing of beauty: http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com

Classes are going well. I am, as always, drowning in my heavy course load, but I really can't complain. I am in school. Nothing can stop me.

That is all. No deep thoughts from me tonight. I have much work to do and little time (and sleep) to do it on.

I kinda love/hate Butler right now. I love most of my classes although my homework situation is going to be ridiculous. I hate the university proper. They suck. Currently it is the Information Resources people that are making life miserable, but I am sure that iffen the Fonger could get in on the action, he would find new and inventive ways to make my college career a living hell. Ah well, I will just concentrate on how amazing my profs and fellow students are and take Butler's new failing as a university like I always do. Up the ass. Yum.

P.S. Huck Finn is a very sexy 12 year old.

Scrap booking sucks big hairy donkey testes. That is all.

Wow, I haven't updated in like FOREVER. I suck. Anyhow. ( Life! )

I am currently being smothered with love by the kitty, which is strange because she usually smothers me with her kitten hatred and claws of death. It's a nice change.

Another nice occurrence is the return of my voice. I really hate losing it. It would kinda be like losing your ability to do one of the things you love most for a short while. In other words, I feel useless without my voice. I tried some art songs on the drive home tonight and I could hit most everything. Made for a happy Abbie indeed.

I am getting very excited for Joseph. I went through an initial excited phase, followed by a bored phase, followed by a short bout of hatred for Andrew Loyd Weber, and am back to excited. I wonder what the wheel of emotions for this show will land on next? Let's hope it is something that will keep my sanity intact.

We moved out of the studio tonight and into the theatre. It was kind of bittersweet for me. I miss the old civic (it was a tad nicer/bigger). I guess this is one of those "change happens, deal with it" moments that life is full of. It was way cool seeing the set for the first time.

Boris has a Trojan Horse virus that just won't die. I have "killed" it three times now and porn is STILL popping up on my computer. WTF? I may have to track the bastard down and dispatch him manually. Ah well, such is life.

Flameo my good hotmen.

I came home after work and NO ONE IS HERE. Wow, that has definitely never happened before. I plan to steal everyone's left shoe.

Earlier today someone berated me for not updating for a long while. I would like to maintain that the guilt trip did NOT work.

Joseph is going well. The cast is a lot of fun and it is nice to perform again. Our choreographer is quite possibly the cutest thing EVAR. Buttons have nothing on this girl. The show is shaping up nicely with some acceptably ridiculous dance moves and some very good overacting. The opposite of what I have been doing for the last three years of my life. Change is lovely thing!

My birthday was wonderful. Good friends and good times were there in abundance. Despite no one receiving my email I got almost everyone I wanted there. Katie even showed up and I was very happy to have a crew representative there. We all went out for stir fry and delicious alcohol at the Mongolian BBQ. It was quickly discovered that the title is for real when people from our table kept getting kidnapped by Mongolians. Scary indeed. After gorging ourselves and recovering stolen party members, it was decided that the next best sin after gluttony is most definitely lust. That found us at the Castleton Priscilla's and as always I walked away in both shock and awe. I kinda wish I could have finally procured a copy of "Throbbin' Hood", but alas it was not to be. I did see a wind up walking vagina though! What was left for us to do that night but shoot people with lazers? This we did in great abundance. I wish the people we played against hadn't been so "ahem" hateful, but they were easy targets so it was alright for everyone but Ashley, who got the brunt of their wrath. We finished the night watching the Matrix and getting wasted. A good eleven hours of non-stop fun. I couldn't ask for a better birthday.

Oh! Iffen you haven't seen me in a while (namely friends far away) I cut and dyed my hair. CRAZY. The lady had my head in all kinds of aluminum foil and I was safe from telepaths for the first time in my life, if only for a short while. I am now one color of blonde as opposed to two. Huzzah!

The fair folk have stolen my keys AGAIN. I really want them back. I might ply them with a tune on Otto tomorrow if I can get him from my parent's house.

There, the journal has been updated. Abbie: 15, Procrastination: 1,782.

Oh! And P.S. Avatar Episode 10 and 11 ARE THE SHIT!!!! Huzzah!

I stole this from Ashley and it is creepily very true.

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October 13, 2007: Tramp Stamp

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Tramp+Stamp&defid=67941

A tattoo above a woman's ass crack.

Her pants were so low cut, you could see her tramp stamp.

Whahahahahaha!


Awesome.

Oh and this is for Ashley.

debo

Inspired by the character "Deebo" from the film Friday, its original definition is to steal something. It has also become used to describe a victory or pwnage of immense proportions, in an argument or a fight. The most literal definition would be "took."

The English army gets took by William Wallace in the movie Braveheart.

The English army gets deboed by William Wallace in Braveheart.

Just so you know....

So.... funny story. I go into work tonight and discover that directly after I left the night before, ye old Longhorn was robbed. Yes children, robbed. The guys held up the cleaning crew at gun point to get into the restaurant and then tied them up for the two hours it took the thieves to blowtorch into the safe. WTF!!! We aren't a bank. Why the whole armed robbery thing? Needless to say we aren't allowed to walk to our cars in groups smaller than three.

In other work related news, I had a glass rack dropped on my head this evening. Ow. My forehead is a funny shape now, a novelty until I accidentally touch it.

I tried to edit my photos from England on facebook yet again and my computer lost the internet mid-edit yet again. I think the album is cursed. I give up. People shall just have to come up with their own stories behind the pictures, cause I can't tell them to you. The interweb won't let me.

Insomnia is fun. Sleep is a fickle mistress, but sleep deprivation is a fun bastard who makes the world a fun and magical place. Oh dear. I just typed that. Ahem. Mayhaps I should go DO something.