Ms. Procrastination

Yes, it's true. i am the epitome of procrastination. i've been studying for this test for about 3 months now. I can't drag it on any longer. I actually don't think i should have given myself this amount of time. I think a month and a half would've been sufficient...cuz i'm reviewing everything now and i vaguely remember some of the formulas and information. blasted.

I've been so terrified of this particular portion of the exam. I just want it over with. i'm going to go in tomorrow and kick its ass. And that's about all i can do. no more reviewing....it just hurts my head. or maybe i just need to take a break. which is what i'm doing now. i'd go for a run but it's a little warm out....i haven't been hydrating and i don't want to pass out. but i seriously can't stay here and study anymore. and what's sad is i was studying at a coffee shop that was not air conditioned so i picked up and moved to the point loma library. nice and air conditioned...but now my brain is fried.

It's decided....i'm going to go be productive...in another manner. if you see me lying on the side of friars..please pick me up. 17 hours and counting....

Bleeding Through, Slayer & Marilyn Manson

God I'm bruised up. Bruises on my arms, on my ribs, and one on my leg. But looking at all the freaks was well worth it.

Marcus and I were in the pit. We started out maybe 4 rows from the front during Bleeding Through. They put on a good show.

Dude, Slayer fans are freaking out of control. Somehow I ended up in the fucking middle of tall ass guys with long nappy hair. I didn't see much of slayer simply because i had these gross, smelly, sweaty, long-haired guys headbanging and whipping me in the face with their hair and sweat. not a pleasurable experience. I had lost marcus halfway through the set and i had this big black guy protecting me or something. he had his hands around me trying to block off people or just trying to touch me...i have no idea which. and he kept asking me if i was ok. but i wasn't, i couldn't get a breath of fresh air until slayer got off stage. nonetheless, it was still pretty badass.

After slayer was done, i decided to find marcus and he was holding his ground in the very first row. so i gladly join him. that's right bitches....first fucking row in a marilyn manson concert. even before the show we had to get people off us so we could maintain our badass front row. the security guys were pretty cool too. they poured bottled water down our throats and were shooting the shit with the fans.

Then it happened. I see Marilyn Manson in person. God I love that man. Unfortunately the one song I wanted him to play, he didn't...but oh well. The highlight was when he was singing about 2 yards in front of me. One step forward I would've been touching his outreached hand, two steps i would've been on top of him. It's so amazing how attracted I am to that man....being he's not attractive at all.

I made it through about 4 or 5 songs and then i felt like i was going to pass out. A combination of not eating dinner, drinking only a little water, and a large crowd tumbling and pushing into the back of me did not help my situation. They were constricting my fucking lungs and I thought I was going to die. so marcus and another guy help me over the front of the retaining wall and i stumble to the snack place where i eat a couple tortilla chips and drink a glass of water. I go back out to the floor and sit my ass down in the back and enjoy my food and somewhat fresh air. I'm so mad at myself that i gave up the fucking front row. Note to self - before crazy ass shows, eat food.

But MM put on a great show. He wasn't exactly on key the whole time but it's just a spectacle to watch him in action. I am so happy I went and that I was in the first fucking row. Thanks Marcus...you're the bomb bomb.

Just when i think it can't get worse....

it does. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Ironic, no?

My partner at my work sends out a Quote of the Week...and this one hit home.

"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes."
~Marcel Proust

IT LIVES!

I love fortune cookies. Last nite my cookie told me that I would have a big surprise. Oh i got it.

The Acura lives. It was going to cost too much money to fix it so my dad took it to the insurance...and they said they would pay to have it fixed!!!!! $200 deductible and i'm fucking good to go.

Instead of the acura funeral party, we are definitely having a Welcome Home party. (good idea joan.)

I cannot express enough my love for this car. hell fucking yeah.

Stephanie Grubwieser, you are my best friend.

Just when you think the day the days are getting progressively worse, steph comes around and tells you that daria is on dvd. i love you.

And we're starting a GPW softball team. I love my work.

Oh happy day.

Hot Weather = Not Good for Studying

I study the best at work when it's air conditioned. When it's not, i take a nap. not good for the studying. I'm sitting at my desk right now, sweating a little on the profusely side and it's quite uncomfortable.

It's true...I crashed the Acura. It's in the process of getting an estimate to see how much it is to fix but my dad was indicating that it may not be worth it. If it's dead, I'm throwing it a funeral party. Everyone loves the acura.

So I happened to crash into the nicest man from Tennessee. Luckily he was in a rental car and I only ended up paying him $85 for his car. No insurance involved. This man not only was nice, he gave me a hug, and then opened my door for me. I love when people restore my faith in the world.

I am majorly procrastinating now. After studying the entire summer for my next test...I'm definitely starting to freak out. 3 weeks until the worst of the 4 sections. It makes me ill when I think about it for too long. All i have to say is labor day will be drunken debachery.

It's a good thing i fit in my bridesmaid's dress. the tummy has gotten a little on the pudgy side. just need to make sure i don't get any pudgier. damn i love the word pudgy.

Childhood movies that I have watched recently that I haven't seen in over 10 years and that are far better than i ever remember:
Hook
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

ok...my fat ass is going for a run.