Blahhhhhhhhhhh and other things.

I hate...um, stuff. I don't like much at the moment. There have been some good developments in the last day or two, but still...I feel so on edge. I'm pleading for Friday to hurry up and get here. Friday is the equivalent of salvation for right now. Yesterday I met an angel with strange ideas and paradigms and I wonder what's to come of it all. She can't possibly know everything; she may be surprised to see her ideas fall limp and hopeless when presented to people who've already made up their minds about me. "Non-compliant," and "refusing to follow..." top their list, all of which are without basis and stupid.
I am apprehensive about things, but she sounds competent. Also, she wears nice shoes, so she's gotta be good, right? She can't be bad if she has good taste in foot apparel. Ha ha.

Seriously, Friday needs to hurry its ass up and get here so I don't freak out. Also, next Thursday needs to hurry up and get here so I can have my Grand Epic Adventure with Jenn.

I feel very travel hungry right now; a deep need to move. It's infectious. I just wanna go somewhere and do something interesting, exciting, something that makes me feel very un-mennonite! Argh. I realize there is huge truth in the old addage of, "everywhere you go, there you are!" but seriously, I just wanna break out and go somewhere, reinvent myself, find someone interesting, someone unexpected, take lots of pictures and make new memories. Hmmm.....sigh. Perhaps it is an attempt to leave my old self behind and find someone new, but maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Another subject: I hate boys. They suck. All the good ones seem to be taken, and sometimes there are those I'm glad are taken 'cause I wouldn't wanna be stuck with them! Oh, they are frustrating. They have no regard for women. They shut off whatever I'm doing and blast their crappy music over the speakers I was using. They shut off my TV programs - no one gets between me and What Not to Wear, ok? NO ONE! They put away my stuff while I'm still using it. They fart and and talk too loud and make jokes that are worse than Mr. Barisow's. They are not funny. If they were funny, I might consider them not completely unnecessary, but no, they have no humor. One point though is that since they usually suck in the funny department, they do provide excellent material for the rest of us girls. Besides that, I pretty much think I could do without. Sure, if there happens (ever) to be a guy that isn't a complete imbecile, I might reconsider, but I doubt it. I HIGHLY doubt it. Also, I think once I have my own place, I will be insanely in love with being single and not having to share my space. Ha ha, it's like, "Sure, we can get married, but can we have separate houses?" No, I'm pretty damn sure I like being on my own. Also, I'm pretty damn sure that boys suck and I hate them.

A World With No Naps Is No World At All!

Ah blogging, it's been a while. A long while, but these things happen when your dad won't stop farting around with your internet!

I wish breaks lasted longer - you blink and miss them. I didn't even get to sit down! I worked for a lot of it. Not that making a little pocket change is a bad thing, but I didn't even get to have a nap! There's something wrong with a world of no naps...

Why does it seem like February is the longest month, even when it's a leap year? And, perhaps more importantly, why is it spelled that way when no one actually pronounces it like that? Argh, damn English! Anyway, it feels like this month is never going to end. There's so much stuff awaiting me in March, I wish I could just hurry up and get February over with.