3 posts tagged “damn right i'm pissed”

I had originally planned to only take one class this semester, but the more I think about it, the more I want to take two instead.  Yes, it'll be expensive (I'm still considered an out-of-stater until January, plus the FAFSA disappointment).  I'm considering taking two Tuesday/Thursday classes...I figure it'll be nice if I want to go out of town for a weekend, and not have to worry about throwing luggage in the trunk and speeding away after school.

Here's my plan: one yucky-yucky-get-it-out-of-the-way class (Math), and one fun class (History).  A friend of mine has offered to tutor me in math (apparently, he's a genius) in exchange for sexual favors one of my kidneys cigarettes.

Freshman orientation is in July, and it looks like it's going to suck.  The description reads: Two days of fun, activities, prizes, and new friends!!  I don't particularly want to stand around with a bunch of teenagers and their parents and play idiotic "let's get to know each other" games.  I doubt I'll be making many friends since I'm just there for an decent education, plus I'm an old biddy compared to most of them.  Quite alright...I prefer to be able to get legally plastered with my buddies, thanks.

Oooh, maybe I should go Greek!  Yeah, that'd be fabulous!  Kappa Kappa BARF!!

We had a mini Crazy Insane Movie Night over at Kristi's last night/this morning.  After sitting in the B&N parking lot playing the "I don't know, what do you want to do?" shrugging match for half an hour, we rented Dawn of the Dead and 27 Dresses (totally opposite ends of the spectrum, yeah?  That's how we roll.), dropped by Friday's for a beer, were hit on by a man IN HIS FORTIES with this line: "Any chance I talked to the two of you last week?"  We said, "No.  Not.  A.  Chance." and he left.  Can a girl get a drink in peace these days?

Dawn of the Dead

Back to the movies.  Dawn of the Dead is the third zombie movie that Kristi has gotten me hooked on (the others are 28 Days Later and Shaun of the Dead).  I can't stand gory movies, and boy, is this one overflowing in the buckets-of-blood department.  Skulls exploding, arteries ripping...there's even a little zombie baby birthing.  The characters are what made this movie for me, and not just because Michael (Jake Weber) is yummy.  They managed to put together a group that's believable, and by that, I mean that a lot of movies these days give us these steroetypes (the blonde bombshell, the asshole, the angel, the tough guy).  In this film, unlike the others, every single person in that mall could be someone you know.  No one has superpowers, no one's been trained by the Navy Seals.  I don't know; it's refreshing, and I don't believe there are too many horror flicks you can say that about.

As far as I could tell, 27 Dresses was great, predictably cute and bubbly and sweet, and I really look forward to eventually seeing it in its entirety.  The disc was screwed up and wouldn't play, and after trying for ages to just skip to the next chapter, we just skipped to the end.  Favorite part: the fact that they played "Be Here Now" by Ray LaMontagne at a pivotal moment.  That just makes me happy.   I didn't realize how much time had passed, but when we finished up the final scene and I grabbed my stuff to head home, I opened the front door and the sun was rising.  I finally crawled under my covers at sometime around six this morning, then got up to go to work at noon.  I'm too old for this, I think.

Moonlight

They canceled three of my favorite shows.  THREE.  I am livid.

Moonlight, Men in Trees (saw that one coming, they've been shuffling it around for ages), and Women's Murder Club.  Gone.  No more.

You know, I get that we don't all watch the same stuff.  We don't all like the same shows.  But sheesh, give some shows a flipping chance.  The X-Files was just a cult hit until a few seasons in, and look, there's another movie coming out this summer.

Men in Trees

Oh, we all know what's going to take the place of these dearly departed programs...reality effing TV.  Maybe Dancing with the Stars: Rehab Edition, or perhaps Pin the Crime on the Famous Athlete.  I watch TV to escape reality, not have my face shoved in it...if you want to call this junk "reality".  They toss aside lovely little gems like Wonderfalls (remember that one?) and Firefly to make room for shows that, at least in my case, make me feel bad that I am not a Kardashian or that I am not being pursued by 25 eligible bachelors.

Women's Murder Club

Screw you, Hollywood.  You suck. 

I have no idea what's happened to my face.  My complexion went from pretty great to dog shit in about two days.  I don't think I've been this broken-out since high school.  I don't want to leave the house, as I am out of concealer and do not wish to make small children cry.

I'm going to try the good ol' toothpaste on this catastrophe.  Apricot scrub clearly isn't doing the trick.