Thursday, July 24, 2014

I am going slowly crazy...123456 switch!...


Things to accomplish by August 1:

  • Study for 3 computer competency exams
  • Take 3 computer competency exams
  • Pass 3 computer competency exams
  • Take an online budgeting class through the Department of Education
  • Pass the online budgeting class with at least a 75%
  • Write an appeal letter
  • Submit the appeal letter


Provided the appeal of my financial aid denial goes through, I will then have to:

  • Apply to the school of healthcare sciences
  • Interview with the dean of the healthcare sciences department
  • Pass a criminal background check
  • Pass a tuberculosis test
  • Pass a complete physical
  • Pass a drug test
  • Schedule classes
  • Purchase books and uniforms


Did I mention school starts up in September? Oy vey!



Monday, July 21, 2014

#AwesomeSauce!


I'm going to have a second vacation in August! I'm so excited!

Here's to having the best friends in the world!

Join the club!


Welcome to the OCD Dadaists' Association (OCDDA) web site!

Here are the rules:

1. There are no rules.
2. There has to be a second rule, you know, just to have an even number of rules. Or enough rules to make multiples of 5. 

That is all.

Thank you (or not) and have a nice day (or not). (The niceness of the day is all relative and irrelevant anyway.)

By the way:  

Q. How many Dadaists does it take to change a lightbulb?
A. That's not a lightbulb...


If you understand nothing of the jokes I've made above, please research the Dada art movement and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) and understand that I'm being a complete and total wiseass right now.








Sunday, July 20, 2014

Things that make you go "hmmm..."


From today's "News of the Weird."

Don't know what's worse:  him, how he gets his jollies, or the fact that he is running for elected office in my home state.

'Nuff said.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Spiffy spica splint no more!


After much rest and desperately-needed care, it's official:

THE SPICA SPLINT CAN COME OFF!

Woo hoo! Freedom!



Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.



Exactly.

This is the fourth time in a row I've gone out with a guy, and after less than three dates, he all weirds out and is like "I just don't see us together long term" or "I'm not ready for anything serious yet" or "I don't think we'd make a good couple".

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!

Seriously! 

It's been less than a month of talking/getting to know each other, and you really think I want to get serious with you? Honestly?!

Sure, you seem like a great guy, but just because we've gone out to dinner, had a few drinks, and maybe a little more doesn't mean I'm expecting a marriage proposal anytime soon.

Hell, I'm not even expecting a discussion about the possibility of being exclusive yet! Whatever happened to the concept of taking things slow and really getting to know each other before jumping into anything serious like planning to raise future children, retirement goals, or even promising not to sleep with other people should the opportunity arise?

Some of that "I don't feel ready to commit to you" stuff is a cop-out. I get that. For whatever reason, I'm not your cup of tea, shot of whiskey, puff of poke, snort of blow, whatever. I freely admit I'm not for everyone. Just come out and say, "Hey, I think we'd make better friends. I'm just not feeling any chemistry." Fair enough, I can handle that. But after three or fewer dates, you don't know me well enough to say "I don't want anything long-term with you" because neither of us has had a chance to be off of our best behavior yet. Or to see the full scope of each other's best behavior. To claim that you do know me well enough after such a short amount of time to make such a far-reaching judgment is, in itself, harsh and judgmental. I am open and honest, but you don't get to see the whole me in just a few dates. I may have said now that I am not particularly interested in having a relationship with you now, which is true, but it doesn't come from a place of hurt. You have shown yourself to be highly judgmental, which I do not find desirable, and you have indicated that you are uninterested in a relationship with me. You do not like me--for whatever reason--and I see no point in trying to win you over. If I've learned nothing else in life, it's that you can't make people like you, so there's no point in trying and no use in caring whether they do or not. 

There's just no winning this dating thing for me it seems. First, it's guys who take me so un-seriously that they have no problem just entirely blowing me off. Now it's guys who think I'm in some sort of rush to commit. Ugh! 

*Eye roll* 

Besides, I'm busy looking for a guy who's good with a machete and an AK-47 and could rig up a flame thrower should the need arise... ;)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

To whom it may concern...



To the creeper who keeps calling my house and hanging up as soon as someone answers the phone:

Yeah, you. I'm talking to you. Because if you have my house phone number, odds are you probably have this web address and are trolling this site. But anyhoo.

Please stop with the junior high bullshit. It's annoying. If you have something to say to me, either talk to me on the phone, e-mail me, facebook me, text me, whatever. But don't just call and hang up. You're wasting my time and yours because the more often you do that, the less likely I am to give you the time of day when you finally do work up the balls to actually talk to me in some way, shape, or form. (And when I use the term "balls," I mean that literally. Girls don't do the "call and hang up immediately" thing.)

So, anyway, you need to stop calling unless you've got the nerve to talk to me. I bear you no ill will in the meantime, but you need to quit annoying me.

Thank you and have a nice day,

--Thursday

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Witching Hour, Commune Divine


Witching Hour, Commune Divine

Dance

Dance

Bolero
Flamenco
Tarantella

First position,
Fourth,
Third,
Second,
Fifth.

Onward, onward

Graceful feet
Muscle memory:

Groove on.

In a cool, dark place


In a cool, dark place

Mind:
Alive,--
Brilliant:

Like jewels--

Shine on
You
Crazy Diamond.

Laugh

Laugh:

Bemused.

Cat
Bite--
Again:

No mind.

Smooth,
Rhythmic--

Heartbeats:

Even meter,
Soulful groove--

I am free.

Slippery When Wet


Slippery When Wet

Two
Fraternal
Sunlandic Twins

By 
Another mother.

Being ignored:

Indifferent.

Don't fight--

I'll go-- 
Away:

No:
Sit,
Stay.

More valuable
Than tongue
Could tell--

The loss
Is not
Mine.

Mania


Mania

Acid jazz:
Trip hop me
Out of
Here

In the
Inky darkness
Noises
So loud

Speckles--
Here,
There,
Everywhere--

Nonsense.

Pale blue
Glow
Pictureless TV

Beauty,
Beauty.

Mind off

Sleep?
No.

Green goblins
Dancing
Out of
Cornered eyes.

Not real,
Not.
Real.