Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Well, today is Random Wednesday, but my internet isn't installed yet so I have to do this on a word processor and copy and paste this shit later.  And I sigh.

There's a zebra on the background of my Mac, Lucy.

I'm babysitting my mom's pet Chihuahua, Chi-Chi, this week.

I should be cleaning my house.

I've been not-so-anonymously reading the "big book" from Alcoholics Anonymous.  I've never been a drinker, but this book radiates positivity and has a very unique formula to change your life for the better.  It explicates how to change your behavior in order to change your thinking, for example in the cases of conflict and stress.  It also develops on a reliance on a "higher power."  Now, I've never been an "organized religion" type gal, but I tend to be super spiritual.  I'm really in love with the idea of an individualized, very subjective idea of "God."  For example, my God is the feelings of accomplishment, hope and serenity.  It's the Universe which guides me in my everyday life to what is right for me, not a ghost that the Catholics believe in.  Or human-like entities on a mountain like the Romans.  On the other side of the street, Gary's "God" could be a man who sits in the sky and punished lousy bitches who murder people and that's totally alright.  

This is no longer random.  Darn!  As much as I tried to make this hilarious and completely pointless, I ended up being spiritual and boring.  

My hair is in my face.

Shoot.

The Commencement of Random Wednesday

I have this friend that has for the past two weeks taken me and my roommate out for sushi.  We call it "girls' night."  Cliché, I know.  Basically, my point is I'm full of fish right now.  :)

Martha Stewart's birthday was Monday.  I hope you all told her to have a good one.  I did.

I have vegetarian stickers on this old trunk in my room, and I haven't been vegetarian for two months.  Hello hypocrisy.

Today for you, tomorrow for me.  Not just a song from RENT about a transgendered hit(wo)man, also a valuable lesson about charity.

Speaking of transgendered hit(wo)men, what is mercurochrome? 

Does anyone own an 8-track player?  For some reason, I own an 8-track of Godspell.

Not only do I collect flamingos, but also poorly drawn dinosaurs.  Cutie patooties!

In my defense, when I began this is was Wednesday.  It is now Thursday.

Why did the toast grab his Neanderthal?  

Post Number 27 (The One Where Everything Changes.)

So much has happened since the last time I posted a blog.  As many of you may or may not know, for six months last year I lived alone.  Then I moved back home with my 'rents to save the moolah.  Where I last left you, I was living at home about to start college for my very first time.  Now that we're all on the same page...

My first semester of school is over.  I made all A's!  And yes, that's "a" as in "apple."  So that's really exciting.  What's more exciting is that I moved out of my parents house again with one of my besties, Marissa (see above beautiful picture).  We're have so much fun living together and although money may be tight for a while, I firmly stand my belief that as long as we're doing the right thing at the right time, the Universe will take care of us.  As a professor of mine said last semester about following your dreams, "The rent will always be paid."  We're both getting educated, being happy and remaining positive no matter what.  That's the ingredients to successful lives.  

School will be starting up again in a few weeks.  This time I'm in a Spanish class which I'm really excited about ("about which I'm really excited" is more grammatically correct, but it sounds really lame on a blog-type platform).  I haven't had a Spanish class in almost two years but in high school I took three years and I visited Spain, so I can't wait!!!!  Me gusta.

Oh!  I didn't mention our other roommates.  Marissa has two cockatiels whom I love dearly:  Peanut and Pearl.  I'll put up pictures really soon.  Peanut is really friendly and likes to talk.  Pearl is a little antsy in social situations, but he's beginning to come out of his shell, colloquially speaking.  

Moral of this story:  Do what the fuck you want and as long as you remain positive, you'll get to share a home with a lovely friend and two amazing birds.