13 posts tagged “omg”
Sorry if some of you are reading the same post in two different places...I'm trying to get the word out.
Midnight showing, July 25th. Carmike Theater on Broadway. Kristi and I are going to get our tickets beforehand, and maybe you should, too. Because you're going to want to join us. It's the new X-Files movie, and we are going to flip our shit. We're unbelievably excited. See, some things never change. We're grown-ups now, but everyone should hold on to something that made them happy in the past, as kind of an anchor. With the two of us, it was this show. Deal with it...you know you liked it, too.
Please come with us - the more, the merrier!
I was listed on the Vox Music page for my post on Simple Plan! That's a first (that I'm aware of)! No wonder I was getting so many hits:)
I worked at the music store tonight, and Mr. I'm-Actually-Eighteen-But-I'm-Not-Telling-You came in with a few friends. He asked me if I remember him, and I admitted that I did. He didn't ask why I hadn't called, and I didn't bring it up. He seemed a little embarrassed, but I didn't make a big deal about it, and chatted with them all for a few minutes. Nice enough kids, I suppose.
Two weeks from now, I'll be in Austin with Leslie, destroying my liver. Can't believe it's almost here! I think we should make it a yearly ritual...something to look forward to every summer.
I've started studying for THEA, and it looks like I won't have any problem with the reading or writing areas. I'm pretty sure I'll get stuck in Remedial Math, since it's my worst subject, but that's okay. I'm still going to try my best. When I went up to TJC on Thursday, I got all emotional as I was walking to the Student Center, and I thought, "I've walked across this campus before, but never as an actual student. HOLY SHIT, I GO HERE NOW!" It was a truly kick-ass feeling. I don't give a damn if it's just TJC and everyone and their mother can get in. I'm elated.
Guess who I'm going to be seeing, and these are just on the main stage (there are two other stages for local and regional acts, I believe):
- R.E.M.
- Nine Inch Nails
- Stone Temple Pilots
- Lil Wayne
- Erykah Badu
- Dashboard Confessional
- Shudder to Think
- Death Cab For Cutie
- DeVotchKa
- The Gutter Twins
- Cold War Kids
- Wyclef Jean
- Panic At the Disco
- King Britt Tribute to Sister Gertrude
- Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings
- Reverend Horton Heat
- Lupe Fiasco
- Joss Stone
- Man Man
- Thievery Corporation
- Ghostland Observatory
- Manchester Orchestra
- Old 97's
- Joseph Arthur
- Colour Revolt
- Tokyo Police Club
- Innerpartysystem
- The Vettes
- Big Blue Marble
- Sons of William
I am uber excited. Only a few more months!
Julie and I were chatting after walking at UT tonight, and I think I'm going to recruit her as my unofficial college advisor. She gave me lots of inside facts on what classes to take, which professors to get to know, and told me about some fellowship programs that I'm very interested in. When I get my B.A., whenever that is, I can go submit an application to teach English in Japan and make a cool $60K, plus all of my living expenses for a year. Wow. Or I could apply for the Archer Fellowship in Washington D.C. I'm not planning on majoring in Political Science, as Julie did (she just graduated in May), but it sounds like an amazing experience.
The next few weeks are going to be spent taking my placement tests, and I'm considering CLEP-ping out of a few courses. Then I have to go up to UT, meet with the History Department's Chair, and get a list of what I need to be "core-complete" when I transfer...I want to get out of having to take Statistics. UT also has a Classical/Medieval Studies curriculum that looks incredible. And I can minor in Anthropology, which makes my little heart go all fluttery.
LOL, you know me...yet again, I am getting ahead of myself. I haven't even started my freshman year, and I'm already looking into things that I probably won't get around to for quite a while. Even if I have to completely bust my ass and have no social or love life for a few years, I swear that I'll have my B.A. by thirty-two. I've misplaced enough time, and I'm not losing any more!
SO EXCITED. I'm doing a happy dance right now in my chair. This is something I've been waiting and waiting for, and its here! I can't wait to walk around with my nose stuck in a textbook, leaving a trail of index cards everywhere I go. Just like old times...
After months of mistakenly clicking on bootlegged and crappy fan trailers, I finally found the real trailer.
In all reality, it's not a big deal. But I can't help but be all jittery with anticipation and happiness. I got my acceptance letter from TJC today. Tyler Junior College pretty much accepts everyone, so it's not the same as an acceptance letter from UT Austin or, heaven forbid, Harvard...but God as my witness, it's pretty freaking cool.
And do you bitches know what this means? I get to go shopping for school supplies, and that is my favorite thing to shop for (besides earrings). Fresh pencils, folders, dividers...well, maybe just a notebook and some paper. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Only two months to go!
I'm still trying to figure out what my personal style is. I've experimented with different looks, and have been lovingly attached to the laid-back (beachy, if you will) clothes that are popular right now: board shorts, ballet flats, hoodies. I polish every outfit off with the loudest earrings I can possibly find. I love big earrings.
I cannot possibly afford to shop anywhere but Target, Kohl's and maybe Old Navy if I've got some extra cash. I'm quite happy with that; I like the clothes that all three offer. There's no way you'll ever find me in a Coach store, no matter how BADLY I want one of their signature bags.
That's what I want...a couture bag. Any will do. Kate Spade, Coach, Juicy Couture, Louie Vuitton. Just one.
I was reading through my daily allowance of celebrity gossip blogs, and saw an ad for a site called Bag, Borrow, or Steal. My eyes freaking popped out of my head. You can rent designer bags from this site. Brilliant! I looked through everything. A lot of the bags are ridiculously, atrociously high, but some aren't so bad. You pay a membership fee, then reserve a bag, which will run anywhere from $6-$1600 a week (they also have monthly rates). You should see the prices on the Hermes line...ouch. I don't want one that desperately. I'd rather, I don't know....buy a house?
Maybe, one day, when I want to treat myself or am going somewhere fashionable, like Seattle or Boston, I'll rent the Burberry Nova Tote. So preeeetty. However, knowing my luck, I'd spill something on it, or leave it on top of the car, or someone would steal it. Then I'd be in deep doo-doo.
Holy shizzle! I did it. Totally conquered that bitch of a FAFSA and sent it in, and applied for the fall semester at TJC. I'm a History student. Well, I will be soon enough, anyway. Wow...it felt good to pick a major!
Edit: DAMMIT! Because I was married and made a shitload more money last year...I'm not eligible for a Pell Grant. Hey, there, guys at the evil FAFSA lair? I'm DIVORCED AND FLAT BROKE NOW. Does that make a difference?! You bastards. Looks like I'm going to have to hunt down some other grants or scholarships, because I'm not going anywhere near loans.
So here are some funny pictures from tonight. More later. Must get to bed.
Literally twenty seconds after we sit down at a table tucked away in the corner (hellOOO-oooo, we're tucked away so we don't have to deal with stupid people!!), these two complete ignorant rednecks start with the inappropriate comments and such. One tried to grope Jessica, and tried to give me pointers on proper use of a pool cue. Ass. Oh, and the stupid fuck was there with his girlfriend, who got pissed (rightfully so) and went to the bathroom. Then he asked Lindsay to go in and get her. Like I said, stupid fuck. So Lindsay goes in and says something to the effect of, "Hey, I'm looking for the girlfriend who's pissed at the boyfriend." Anyway. After this mess, Jessica had to go up to Stupid Fuck's friend, who was staring at us while we played pool, and say "Uh, hey, are you waiting on this table?" When he replied that he was just watching, I believe she said, "Okay, well you need to cut this shit out." Correct me if I'm wrong, Jess.
Long story short, we got trashed and sobered up by busting our signature moves on the dance floor, where I believe we made quite a spectacle of ourselves. See pictures above...
Oh, but the best part was after we left at closing. I gave Jess a ride home, and while heading down Troup Highway, she had me pull alongside Kristi's car (who was actually two lanes over) so she could moon them. Okay, I'm going 45mph and she climbs into my backseat, pulls down her pants, and literally sticks her ass out the window. Way out. From what I can remember, the conversation went a bit like this:
Jess: "Go! Go!"
Me: "I'm trying, there are cars in front of me!"
Jess: "Go! Go!"
Me: "Shit!"
Jess: "A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...WHOOOOOOOOOO!"
Me: "Oh, my God!"
Jess: "A-ha-ha-ha-ha! Speed up!"
Me: "Oh, my God!"
Jess: "They'd better fucking see this!"
Me: "Oh, my God! We're about to turn. Hold on!"
Jess: "Honk at them! Honk! HONK!"
Me: (turns, honking, while a little red car zips in between my car and Kristi's) "That's the funniest shit ever! Oh, my God!"
Jess: (tries to climb back into front seat, gets stuck with her nose pressed against the dashboard)
Me: "Should I stop?"
Jess: "No, dude, just go, go, go!"
Me: "Oh, my God. Dude. Kristi'd better have fucking seen that."
Jess: "I'm going to call her when we get to my house."
Me: "I just witnessed the most badass mooning ever! I have to pee."
Jess: "A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh, shit, I forgot to pull my panties down! Noooo! Oh, wait, it's a thong...it still counts."
So. We get to her house, where the guys are drunk and playing Rock Band, and call Kristi. And guess what?
They didn't see it. Any of it.
All that effort. Pointless. Except for the little red car. I bet it was a night they'll never forget.
Stimulus check arrived, and not a moment too soon. I've squirreled away what I could, paid some bills, then went and got some new work clothes and shoes. I was a little naughty, and got three minor things that I didn't need, but wanted.
No more spending. Except for the rum and beer that I'm bringing to Jessica's kegger tomorrow. No more. Nope.
I do need a hair straightener, though.
*ponders*
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