guilt

I just dropped a class and I feel very guilty. The professor is one I really like and he has helped me out on multiple occassions. He helped me get my scholarship, he chose me to present at a literature conference, and he is just overall a very very nice man. Now I feel like shit for having dropped his class. But it wasn't what I needed. I decided to take a graduate level class instead, and the class has tons of people I know. Now I feel like a selfish ass-hat. If it were any other professor I would have dropped it with no remorse...but dammit I have some Asian connected guilt going on here. My stomach is in knots. Crap.

r.i.p.

I think last night I almost might have come pretty damn close to my own demise. It all started when I came to a crashing realization. Despite the duck tape, twine, super-glue, and schelack I've been using over the years, my heart has finally shattered into a million tiny crystalline pieces. Not big pieces, not even really big enough to sweep up with a broom and dustpan...no these pieces are so small that you would probably have to use a wet/dry shop-vac on them...so small that they could imbed themselves into your foot if you stepped on them and end up causing a nasty cellulitis-type infection, like the reef does on surfer's feet. So after that crushing, bitch-slap in the face by reality I just kind of laid there in bed. Like fifteen minutes later my body started to have this weird reaction. My tongue started to feel like it was swelling and cutting off my airway, my arms started to feel really huge and heavy, as if somebody had transplanted my arms with the arms of Popeye, and the rest of my body felt small and inconsequential. I almost started to hyperventilate and actually starting thinking to myself that I couldn't fall asleep because I knew I wouldn't wake up the next morning, but somehow I managed to calm myself down. I had to go look in the miror to make sure my tongue and arms were normal sized. After I went back to bed and finally fell asleep, I had these HORRIBLE dreams. In one, a woman was standing over me and getting ready to stab me with this huge ritualistic knife. In another, I was kidnapped and forced into slavery in this weird cult. And so on and so on. Having the feeling of impending doom totally sucks.

another word for humiliation

We went to see a minor league game tonight. It was part of my job's annual family night out thing. Anyhoo, the local team the Louisville Bats got their asses stomped. When we left during the seventh inning stretch it was 8-1 and not in the Bats favor, not surpising considering they were playing the Yankees minor team. It was pretty nice, it looked like it was going to rain but luckily it didn't because then old LisaM would have been giving a spectacular wet t-shirt freebie. During the game, a player was hitting and snapped his bat in two. That's not too unusual except that the bat flew up and backwards and totally tagged a spectactor. I bet that hurt. But is it wrong that it made me giggle? I thought everybody had a sick, mean streak but as I've found out the last couple of days, it might actually just be me. Apparently setting fire to spiders and purposely putting ants into a spider's web to watch them die is considered sick to most other people. WHO KNEW??? Not me, me and my sister used to do it all the time. The hospital provided dinner at the game...I think they might be trying to poison us because I had a burger and now my stomach is...well I guess the best comparison would be something between Iwo Jima and maybe Normandy Beach...total war and chaos with bombs dropping left and right and a high rate of mayhem from mustard gas. Ohhhhh its 9pm, Six Feet Under is on....woohooooo.

good day

I had a pretty good day today. Even though it was hot and humid as hell, and every time I took a step I felt like I was melting into the ground, it still turned out to be pretty nice. I went out to eat with a couple of girlfriends. We went to this restaraunt and I ordered crab cakes, which the waiter assured me were the "best crab cakes in all of Louisville." Well, he lied. Either that of the best crab cakes in Louisville suck. But it was still fun. Then we went and watched Hero, the new Chinese film chock full of Chinese stars like Jet Li, Maggie Cheung, Tony Leung, and Zhang Zhiyi. It was a beautiful film with a beautiful, breathtaking palette of colors and scenery. I really liked it, and towards the end some woman in front of us SOBBED really loud. It made me laugh, but not too hard because soon thereafter I started shedding a tear or two myself, but sans the sobbing. It was nice to get out and enjoy a night out with girlfriends, particularly considering the hell that is the rest of my life.

working man's blues

Well the word is out. The person who(m?) everybody despises, who is normally regulated to one department, is going to start training in my department at the end of September. I had heard on Tuesday during an end of the day quick little meeting but now the word is OUT, so every hour or so somebody would come up to me with a chagrined look to ask if "I had heard the news." There was a definitively somber mood in Chemistry today; nobody talked or laughed, everybody whispering furitively, certain supervisors holding clandestine meetings. For a minute or two I started to get worried that some of us would be getting the boot. But the best part is the department this person is normally in, at every opportunity throughout the day various people came up to me with this smug looks for having escaped the work-torture gods to tell us to "Do everything we could to drive her out." I wonder how long it takes to become the most hated person in any job? I personally have been this person, I was probably the most hated person at my job in Hawaii, well most hated female person anway, but it tooks years of sarcasm, yelling, and general bitchiness for me to climb to and maintain such a coveted position (for there can only be one per office, like the office slut or weirdo or something). But I think the hatred for this current person is far more than I ever could have achieved, I mean people DREAD & LOATHE the mere IDEA of working with her. Lucky for me, I am so completely unmotivated that I never bothered to learn the job they are going to train her do. So LUCKY LUCKY me, I won't ever have the displeasure of training her. WOOOHOOOO!!!! A silver lining in my otherwise craptastic week.

wookie-lite

This is a picture from a website that draws pictures based on spam headers. The title of this one is "Look at me! I have more hair!" This one makes me laugh a lot. It reminds me of a time long long ago when my mom wouldn't let me shave my armpits. Oh the junior high hilarity when I would go to the pool with my friends. My ONLY saving grace was that we lived in Germany at the time so there were other girls with the au-naturelle look.

creep-out moment

So there I am trying to go to sleep and all of the sudden I hear walkie-talkie transmissions. My first thought was that there were cops outside of my house which freaked me out because I haven't done anything illegal in a while. So I went to the computer room to check it out (sans any protective gear like a knife or baseball bat) and looked out the window (yeah stupid I know, I'm like one of those idiots in a horror movie). Nothing outside. Then the voices again (and not the normal voices I hear I might add). All kinds of cb talk "10-4, Roger that, blah blah blah." Turns out that if I leave my computer stereo on, it picks up some short-wave frequency. I couldn't tell what is was though, maybe a taxi-company. But it freaked me out a little.

first day of school

So today was a first day of school. First of all, I couldn't find my first class. I went to one room and looked around and thought "Yeah these people aren't in a political science class" and it turned out to be a weight-lifting class. So I looked it up in the computer and ended up going to another building and another room. As soon as I walked in and saw the professor, I knew it wasn't the right professor, so I had to go to the political science department and find out where my class was. I ended up having to go back to the original building I looked in the first place and FINALLY found my class after running around in the heat and sweating my ass off. Second, I went to another class and somehow ended up not being enrolled, so then I had to go argue about it and get added on to that class. Luckily I know that professor pretty well so he helped me out. Thirdly, I went to my Sociology of Murder class and it was FULL of giggling sorority girls and jocks...and guess which jock was in that class...the same one that was in my summer class and now it looks like he'll be sitting right next to me. During this whole class he and the other sports people were jabber-jawwing away, although there was a whole funny conversation about some guy who put on 25 pounds of muscle and the guy was like "So what did you take to do that, I know its not from working out, better not get caught." I think the teacher for this class will have a hard time controlling it. My Chinese class, which I have summarily forgotten everything from the first year already, is way the hell on the other side of campus and we actually did a lesson today...I mean really who in the hell has class on the first day? Apparently nobody studied over the summer so it was pretty much the Chinese kids doing all the talking. Not that I'm a segregationist or anything but I think if you are taking a foreign language that you already know fluently, well there should be a separate class for those people because they answer all the questions before anybody else has a chance to even think about it, which sucks especially when participation is like 1/3rd of our grade. I clearly have senioritis going on. I think I probably should have taken 500 level classes to be around more of my cohorts and less sophmore silliness, but I was trying to take the shammer, easy way out and now I'll have to pay the price. Also, I'm not sure what it is but so far all of my Chinese professors have had weird little tics. The first one, who I adore, cleared his throat a lot and made this weird throat noise all the time. The second one, Meanie Xianshang, used to laugh all the time, except it was a nervous giggly sort of laugh that drove me crazy. This new professor says yes all the time, except not in context or anything, just periodically throws a yes into the mix every ten words or so. In the long run it doesn't matter because they are the nicest professors around with the best demeanors, I'm just making an observation.

wanna-be techie

I just bought some speakers for my computer. Well actually I went on a whole shopping rampage, but I don't care about the clothes...my basic style is that I'm just trying not to look homeless. But the speakers...now THEY make me happy. iTunes sounds so freaking awesome now with my speakers and subwoofer...I have downloaded some cool stuff (legally of course...it would be completely uncool of me to rip off millionares and keep them from buying more Bentley's and bling). I almost wish I had spent the extra thirty bucks and got the other 20 watts, but the speakers I got totally matched my computer and desk more than the other speakers. Cause despite my best efforts, sometimes my vagina's cosmic compulsion that all things be pretty and girlie overrides all else.

price of silence

When I was in Basic Training, our drill sergeants had these little torture methods if we fucked up or fell asleep or something. They would make us hold two full canteens up, arms parallel to the floor; or they would make us roll pencils in between our thumb and forefinger (back and forth repetitively), again arms parallel to floor; or we would have to hold up rifles, either with arms straight up or parallel to the floor. Now the first few minutes aren't too bad, but then you hit a big fucking wall and it becomes the most painful shit you can imagine. Your arms start shaking and your back goes into this curve that is completely unnatural. And then the same arms that can pull you over a six foot wall suddenly start to weigh about a thousand pounds and you feel like your body is not your own.
That's how I feel about not speaking my mind. Sometimes I want so badly to say something to somebody, but I end up holding my tongue. Now if this person is a repeat offender, I end up holding my tongue a lot under some guise of being nice or respectful or whatever (or maybe because I don't want to hear what they have to say, which makes me a big hypocrite). Anyway, after a while, just like holding up those two canteens of water, my tongue gets so heavy that I am in pain from not letting loose. And then I really start to resent the fact that I can't say what I want to say to certain people. and the complications from not doing so, and well I end up kind of resenting them for it. Seriously, I don't know why people pretend like they just want to hear honesty, or at least no bullshit, but in fact just want you to be yes-men to their denial and delusions.

so much cheaper than 1-900-miss-cleo

These people at Tickle.com are TRULY amazing. Not only did they pick my perfect soulmate, but they picked the PERFECT theme song for me. Anybody who knows me (particularly in a drunken state) knows that I totally LOVE LOVE LOVE this song; and sing and karaoke and lip-synch this song like a drag-queen on crack whenever the opportunity presents itself:

LisaM, your theme song is I Will Survive!

The fiery confidence you normally keep under wraps blazes in your eyes every time your theme song turns on the table. People stand back and wait to be impressed by you, whether leading a project team, or firing up for a girls' night out. You mean business and people look to your leadership because you're so sure of yourself. So whether you're looking fine in the latest styles or throwing a bone to your 70's polyester double-knit blouse, this disco anthem always reminds you that you are true to yourself and are one of the lucky few who recognize that change starts first on the inside. Whether you're in your car, at a party, or on a date, you feel more resilient than John Travolta's acting career when your song comes throbbing through the speakers. Your friends dig you because you've learned to say what's on your mind. Life's too sweet to feel hurt and misunderstood. Yes indeed, with this as your theme song, you don't have to worry about surviving. You're well on your way to succeeding.

dare to wear

Another exciting t-shirt by the people who sell the Rolling Stones t-shirt. Hmmm, I don't really consider myself one of those humourless feminists, but this is kind of fucked up. I think it is supposed to be ironic or facetious or some adjective that describes sarcastic humor, but they probably shouldn't have used the frat-boy model holding a big black baseball bat (don't even get me started into the whole Freudian psychological implications of THAT). Plus what is with that sneer? Ahhh, I only need five minutes with that guy and that baseball bat and I'd change that look on his face really quick like. And I don't mean ass-rape in case that's what you were thinking I was implying, I just mean a straight street-beat down.

capitalism gone wild

Love the idea of a vintage tee but are too lazy to do the whole flea-market/thrift store hunt for it? Well look no further than here for a super-fabu vintage Rolling Stones t-shirt, worn and washed lovingly by its previous owner so that it is in fact "So soft and thin you can see through it." All for the low, low price of $7,800.00, but don't despair shipping is only $4.50 (for damn near eight thou you'd think these cheap bastards would throw in some free shipping, but hey, who am I to judge?).

hot or not?

I think I have mentioned my obsession with porn before. Its true, I watch porn the way that some people watch the news, I find it informative (how to give the best blowjob ever and the importance of shaving the hairs around your brown-eye) and entertaining (double penetration is just too hilarious and the sounds they make...worthy of an Oscar for best musical score) and frankly I marvel at the make-up skills of porn-stars...having even gotten make-up lessons from Asia Carrera. I love all porn: classic 70s porno with the bum-bum-de-dar-nar music, before they learned the how aesthetically pleasing a trimmed bush is, gross out porn with midgets and old ladies and self-fellatio, fetishist S&M porn with candles, latex, and harnesses...I even love gay porno, especially leather-boy porno. BUT THIS...it may very well be the epitome of fan-fiction porno in the written form. There are some twisted people out there.....ahhhhhhhhh my peeps.

PS-got this link from sneeze.com. If you haven't checked it out yet, you should, its really funny.
PPS-as a feminist I know I should ABHOR porno...its my dirty little secret, like an aerobics instructor who secretly eat at Arby's.

who knew christmas came early?

WOW! I just found out that there are HUGE numbers of free music downloads on Amazon.com. And some of the bands I have even heard of AND you can download them onto your hard-drive. Its like somebody up there is just making sure I don't end up paying hefty fines to greedy corporate musicians who drive cars that cost more than most people will make in fifteen years and then actually expect me to have sympathy for them when twelve year old girls download a song for free. Oh hey wait...that was a way angry tangent. Anyway, I can't believe I have more access to free downloads, now I don't have to wait until Tuesdays when iTunes puts out a free song of the week. WOOOHOOO!
P.S.-I'm ready for a new tattoo. I am thinking really hard about what it should be.

watch the birdie

Grrrr, I have had the hardest time accessing this page...thus the lack of updates. Well last night I got to watch badminton on the Olympics (haha, you probably thought I was joking about that, but the joke's on you, I LOVE BADMINTON)...thank god for Bravo...it is definitely up there as far as decent cable programming goes; first Queer Eye , then Boy Meets Boy, then Olympic events utilizing shuttlecocks, I think I am sensing a certain proclivity here. Anyway, the American men's doubles team lost, they got their asses spanked by a team from Denmark...I mean the match was over in like twenty minutes. It is amazing that a sport can be so loved in the ENTIRE rest of the world and only be a backyard barbecue thing for kids and drunk adults here. I love badminton and I always have to explain to people that competitive badminton is so amazing, but people just giggle when I say that...hell even I giggle a little when I say it and I played it competitively.
I also realized why poor people are so damn unhealthy. I have been shopping at Whole Foods and Wild Oats lately, these "healthy"/bourgeois markets where they sell organic shit (amazing how organic and shit always go hand in hand) and vegetarian, and have snob-central stuff like olive bars and grain-fed non-steroidal beef. I love some of the stuff they have and frankly it is SOOOO much better than the 75% off ground beef aisle at Winn-Dixie...but damn it is so expensive. I can spend like fifty bucks easy and only buy enough food to last two, maybe three, days. So I was talking about this with this pretentious woman at work who apparently shops there exclusively and I said that I can't afford to eat like that all the time. So she says, "Well, what is your health worth to you?" And I told her "Hey you know what, I can die healthy or I can die sick, but I'm still gonna die either way, and at least my way I won't have spent all my money on food." Surprisingly she had no comeback for that. Now I just have to figure out a way to spend my cash. I want to take a trip to the UK, start in Ireland and end up in London. I'm almost desperate enough to do it by myself.

my celebrity soul mate

You're probably not one to take the path most traveled. In fact, an independent spirit like you would much rather carve out your own special niche. So it's only natural that your romantic match would be required to do the same.

Someone who's unique, intelligent, maybe a bit serious and brooding is right for the part. An indie actor like Johnny Depp seems best suited for that role. And it only makes sense that you'd rather have your rendezvous at places that are under the radar just like you! So, keep making your own waves in the world. The awards and accolades are sure to follow for you and your celeb soul mate! And even if you don't live in the same reality as your celebrity soul mate, you can still meet someone who's indie close to home. So get moving!

***Soulmate determined by the fine people at tickle.com. How could I argue with something that is so clearly RIGHT!?!?

sturgis pit stop?

I just saw something that was kind of weird. I went to Starbuck's (because I am a corporate coffee crack-whore) and there were a bunch of tricked out Harley Davidson's outside. And when I pulled up there were a bunch of bikers out front drinking frappucinnos and smoking cigarettes. It just seemed really odd to me that these bikers...all decked out in their leather finery and bandanas...who are supposed to be these tough guy outlaws....were drinking frappucinnos at Starbuck's. Of course these weren't the big burly bikers of Hollywood, Hunter S. Thompson, or some gay pornos I've seen, but nonetheless it was definitely a Sesame Street special moment:
One of these things is not like the other
One of these things just doesn't belong
Can you guess which thing is not like the other
(badumbump) Before I finish this song
Doo-doo-doo-dee-doo-doo-dee-doo-dooIn hindsight, if I had bigger balls I would have asked them if they were having the lo-carb frappuccinos. And then laughed really hard when they said yes. Now that I think of it they were smoking Marlboro Lights too.

tv time

The Olympics have finally started. After four long years I will be able to watch the only sporting event of any interest to me....table tennis. Something about those Asians ripping tiny balls into a frenzy of speed and movement, using the laws of physics against their opponents. Its enough to make me want to jump out of my Laz-E-boy and actually do....something. Now other people, they watch gymnastics and track and field or diving and the like...but not me, I tune in at 3am when table tennis and badminton are on (usually on a foreign channel like the BBC or Telemundo or the International Channel...because they won't show it on NBC). Its been a long time coming, but its finally here.
They are playing Bend it Like Beckham on HBO. This is probably one of my favorite movies because its cute and British and the coach is hot (although after watching it like twelve times in the last week, I noticed that he seems to be missing a tooth in the right back) and has great eyebrow expressions (but not nearly as fun as Bert & Ernie). You would think I would get tired of it after watching it twice a day (once on regular HBO and then when it reruns on HBOwest) but no...I really love this movie. I am going to pack it all up and move to the UK one day, I'd be there next year if it weren't for their draconian pet import laws.

an apple a day...

Clearly Koko does not have an HMO...because it would take me six months to get all of that done and after co-pays and the percentage that my insurance doesn't cover...well damn I'd be broke. There is something seriously wrong with the world when a gorilla gets better medical care than millions of children. Not that I think its bad they take of Koko, gorillas are probably a lot more interesting than most people I know...at least gorillas only literally fling poo.

guilty conscience???

So today I went and sold back one of my books. I bought it on Amazon for at least half the price of the bookstore and then sold it back to the very bookstore I didn't patronize. But I don't feel the slightest bit guilty because those 300% mark-up mofos can kiss my rear. I also bought next semester's books (at a whopping $260.00) and now have to look at Amazon and half.com to see how much cheaper I can get them. I'm afraid they'll get wise to this one day and stop taking back books that didn't come from them. I just hope they don't get wise for at least another year.
UPDATE: I just saved myself a little over $45.00. Not bad considering I only ended up getting 5 out of the 12 books on half.com and am keeping the other 7. Sounds to me like a perfect opportunity to go take a little visit to iTunes....forty-five downloads....sweet.

lucky ducky

So I have new reason to hate some of my friends, and I come up with reasons often...which is probably the reason I don't have a lot of good friends. One friend went to a filming location of a Cameron Crowe film they were doing in Louisville (which I guess is done now). At any rate after staying there all night and hanging out with a certifiable stalker named Susan, she got to have a conversation with and an autograph from Cameron Crowe, got an autograph from Kirsten Dunst (who apparently does not give a lot of autographs), got two autographs from Orlando Bloom, and a kiss on the cheek from uber-hot dirty gypsy boy. The only celebrity I have met in a while is Kobe Bryant and needless to say I don't brag about that any more. Of course I told her I hated her and called her repugnant names for not inviting me...but alas I may never meet anybody stalk-worthy.

i hate working

Today at work, towards the end of the day we got a little busy. I was trying to help out and make sure a bunch of stuff got done and I ended up doing like five things at once. So the lady I work with says pretty nastily, "Why do you always feel like you have to do everything?" I have to admit I was a little taken aback because here I thought I was helping her out since frankly I've had constipated bowels movements move quicker than her, and she starts accusing me of bogarting all the work. So I was like "Well you were busy and I only meant to do a couple of things but it got busy." But really I don't know why I even needed to justify myself because I was trying to be cool and do some extra work to help people out before I left for the day. Its a total lose-lose situation because if I had left it she would have mentally accused me of leaving all the work for her to do and probably thought I was lazy or some such nonsense...but I do the work and she acts like a bitch. This is the problem with working with people that have kids my age...they always feel the need to parent me like I'm some irresponsible youth.
On a side note, I went to the store to get some cigarettes and I will be the first to admit that I look tore up because I'm in sweats and my hair is all fucked up. But I was wearing my Jackie-O dark sunglasses and unbeknowst to me I had a bug-bite on my head that had bled and smeared all over my forehead. So the clerk was looking at me all strange and I didn't figure out why until I got back in my car and looked in the rear-view mirror. He probably thought I was some abused wife who was forced to go to the store by my spouse-beating husband. Oh well...lesson learned...always look in the mirror before you go into a public place.

how low can you go?

On the front of inevitable demise of my so-called marriage, we went to the movies today and saw The Village. I actually kind of liked this movie, even though I had read a spoiler about the ending long before it came out, and was actually surprised to find out that it had been correct...even though when I read it I thought it was too farcical to actually be true. Anyway, we went and paid separately for the tickets and the candy we snuck in (cause I'll be damned if I am going to pay three bucks for some Milk Duds). Then we sat with the straight males' obligatory "We're not gay so we maintain this extra seat in between us so nobody will be confused" seat where I put my bag and our ill-gotten candy items. I am too emotionally drained to care that much at this point. I think that in a marriage at least one partner needs to be concerned about the well-being of the relationship...in our case we are both so indifferent that it is inevitable that at some point we will go our separate ways. But most of the marriages and relationships that I see are shams anyway, so at least I'm honest in my failure to maintain a committed relationship.

hormoans

I'm going through some weird hormonal crying thing right now. I was watching Yentl (don't ask me why, there wasn't anything else on) and I started BAWLING. Then I was reading a movie review online and again...salt water city. Then I started looking at these pictures of some guy's wedding and the boo-hoos started AGAIN. I don't know what's up. I think I feel really lonely, plus that evil-old hag at work was giving me a hard time again today. Its not PMS. Maybe I am mildly depressed. I need to get stoned or drunk...preferably stoned.

class war

I've noticed this troubling trend at work lately. As with most places we have a sort of hierarchy of personnel: supervisors, techs, phlebotomists, clerks. Well at one time we all ate together during breaks. But then we started to get more Filipino workers, and at some point I guess somebody said something about the smell of their food and not in a..."mmmmm, what's that??" kind of way but more of a...."jesus, what's that?!?!" kind of way (at least that is what Erlinda told me when I asked her why they started to eat at a different table, which I really didn't blame her cause I feel like I need to find somewhere else to eat a lot of times too). So then a lot of the front desk people started quitting and a bunch of new people started coming in. And the new people started sitting with the Filipino ladies at another table. So now during our breaks we have this total classist elitist table arrangement going on...and it bothers me a lot...and I don't think anybody else notices it, which bothers me more, the whole subversiveness of it. So I think I belong at the "other" table, cause they are mostly younger people of color who I would probably relate to a lot more (or maybe not, just being the same age group as other people doesn't automatically imply a connection, and most of the people of color in Kentucky have wholly different experiences growing up as a person of color than I do)...seriously I have nothing to contribute when it comes to discussions of grandchildren, menopause and other older people afflictions, and planning for retirement. But at the same time, it would probably create some tension if I left "our" table for the "other" table cause I have been sitting with these people for three years. Its a conundrum.
On a side note, I almost have enough miles for a free domestic flight. I wonder where I should go...someplace fabulous like San Francisco or Vegas or New York? Someplace relaxing and beautiful and quiet like Telluride? Ah, who am I kidding, I'll end up going to visit my family in Tacoma....maybe I'll save up a few more miles and upgrade to first class. That would kick ass, cause they always sit us fat people together on airplanes, and frankly I could use the elbow room.

curiosity and that stupid cat

So, believe it or not, I am PROCRASTINATING!!! I guess a woman who checked out my blog found me by comparing our interests. So I decided to do that too. And I have discovered some interesting things:
1. I have a LOT in common with adolescent girls and boys--it is a little disconcerting to have the same interests as 15 and 16 year old kids...it makes me feel kind of pervy, like carrying around bags of candy in my dirty brown overcoat by an elementary school.
2. I have a lot in common with emo and goth kids...judging by the pictures, a lot of them have the EXACT same glasses as me too...except the majority of them don't smile, they glare into the camera....SOOOO rebellious.
3. I have a lot in common with gay men. This actually is no surprise to me because I have been a fag-hag for YEARS.
4. I am not nearly as unique as I thought. Granted my interests don't pull up a million pages of blogs, like if my favorite band were N'Sync. But still, there are tons of people in this world and many of them are like me...I even found somebody with a blog title at livejournal.com that was exactly like mine. SIGH.