insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Saturday, November 01, 2003 Just Your Average Everyday Sane Psycho SuperGoddess I'm so tired right now. For the last 3 days, I've had to be at work at 8 am. I'm not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, and having to be there by 8 am by itself is enough to damn near kill me. It gets worse when I'm the only person in the office that can take care of all of the end of the month computer processing, calculating, and invoicing. More so when I can't start any of that until about 9 at night. Ultimate suck is clocking out at 11 pm, looking down at the time card and realizing that, yes, I have indeed been here for that long. But the paycheck should be nice, despite being spent before I see it. As if karma beating down any hopes of dating isn't enough, she's been giving me a lot of financial suck lately. I paid off my car. I finally own a vehicle. But I can't just pay off my car, no. My big student loan, the one that was in deferrment, had to come out. And my little student loan (the quarterly one) comes due. And my car registration. And I needed contact lenses. And new bras. Let me just say that getting stabbed with a broken underwire is painful. And now my roommate isn't working. Ah, well, shit. If it comes down to it, I've still got 2 years of economic hardship deferral left on my student loans. :) Or I can go back to school. I've been thinking a lot about school lately. It's time to go back. Time to get my Masters degree in something. I'm torn though. Deep down, these programs #1 or #2 just feel right. I know I'll have to decide on just one, but from everything I've seen of Goddard, it feels right. When I was looking for a college for undergraduate work, Juniata just felt like home. I knew that was the place that I needed to spend 4 years of my life. I feel like that with Goddard, that I need to get my Masters degree from there. However, their programs are low-residency, so I wouldn't be on campus full time. I'd go there for a few days a semester and come back here and work and work on my degree. All fine and dandy, but I also think that maybe I should go away to school. Go someplace full time, someplace that isn't here. Maybe it'd do me good to get away from the area--meet new people, see different geography, hopefully date decent guys (I have a theory that there are a higher concentration of decent guys at college than in the real world; the application process for higher education tends to weed out a lot of the jerks). I don't know. I can probably find a similar program full-time at a big university, but I want to be at a place that fosters education for personal betterment and empowerment, not for more money or a career. I don't know. I need to think rather quickly, as the deadlines for spring GREs is coming up, and if I want to go somewhere other than Goddard, I need to take the GREs. So, I need to figure things out soonish. Speaking of college....Homecoming. Homecoming was a blast. I needed to get away for the weekend, see everyone, just have a good time. The weekend started with me leaving work early, and Dr. H laughing about my Boobzilla shirt and telling me that if I remembered anything, I didn't drink enough. Hop, skip, and jump to the 'Berg, shove Brian in the backseat (he was backseat bitch most of the weekend) and start driving. Christa's car in the backseat is very cramped, "like the innards of a puma." Everything was like a puma. We drove like a puma, we stopped at Uni-Mart and peed like pumas, and Christa had drivers leg like a puma. We found Whit and Greg's, despite Christa missing the huge giant sign. And we found the HUB, despite me yelling turn here when there was no place to turn, just sidewalk. At the HUB, I got to see nearly everyone, Erin gave me Pocky, I touched Greg with my medieval torture hands, Suzanne tried to impregnate me on the desk. Good times. Next day, finally got my Billi's fix...nummmm, bagels. Got everyone's pickles. I am the pickle goddess. I got more pickles than Greg. Spent time at the art glass shop. Hiked to the Peace Chapel. I miss the Peace Chapel so very very much...the walk up is so calming, and the place itself is very...grounding. You sit and you think and you realize that you're part of something bigger, sitting there on the rocks, with the sky and trees all around. Had really nummy dinner, followed by a trip to the Target of porn stores. Got a bullwhip and a toy, which was raced against everyone else's toys when we got back to Greg and Whit's place. Yes, we had vibrator races. Very funny; good entertainment. And then we drank, and I fell asleep on the floor. Fun times. Didn't want to leave the next day; I realize how much I miss Juniata and the Juniata peoples. Like pumas. :) Hmm...what else. Oh, this is too funny. I must share part of the conversation that Aud and I had last night. We were talking about shit. Talking about the difference between male and female bathroom habits. Girls generally take a few minutes to take a dump, while guys take at least 15 minutes taking a dump. Aud has a theory--as the fecal matter moves through the body, it stimulates the man's prostate gland, producing a pleasurable sensation. Since it feels good, guys want to prolong this, thus they take a long time on the can. Since women don't have a prostate, we move quickly because it doesn't feel pleasurable. Makes sense. I took things a step farther. If the average guy spends 15 minutes shitting, then are the really long shits just really long, or are they a sort of tantric shit--trying to prolong the pleasure as long as possible? I don't know; I just thought it was funny to say "taking a tantric shit." posted by jaime | 3:15 PM 0 comments |
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