Finals

Finals next week. Nothing is done. Sadly that's the usual. I procrastinate like it's my job and if it truly was I'd be making millions. It's high time I start getting things done early because during Finals week I end up in a frustrared ball of Astra. If I wasn't so busy I'd just sit in the corner and rock probably singing country music to myself. That's a sure way to know I've lost my mind, when I like country music. It's replusive. I realize this is an unfinished thought but I simply have no more brain power or time to continue. Til later :)

Potato Salad

Today I spent an immense amount of time thinking about potato salad. I love potato salad. It's wonderfully refreshing on a hot day and just always seem to hit the spot. In our family we have potato salad number 1 and potato salad number 2. One has black olives and two has no olives. I like the olives personally. Today I think we made Two because I helped make it but I'm sure my very very sneaky father put some olives in there afterward, bless him! Another fact about potato salad is it contains mayo. I hate mayo. I literally gag when I see it but something to do with potato salad's epic yumminess makes me ignore that digusting ingredient. So it had me thinking about things that you hate and things that you love. And how sometimes you love 90% of a person but hate 10% (the mayo) but you still come to the conclusion that you love them. I was wondering what happens when you love 60% and 40% is the mayo? Is that what people call love hate? Either way I will enjoy my potato salad very shortly.

numbers.

I'm a whole number, a product and am divided into those I've ever come to connect with, love or respect.







and not a prime number.

Dislike

I don't like when we aren't talking. I hate that you didn't say something sooner. I dispise you thought you couldn't. I loathe this internet and how it makes you feel closer than you are. I.I...I. crap.

Spring Cleaning

Cleaned today. WOW the amount of clothing upstiars is frightening and also taking over. It's like an army of hangers and tops,dresses,shoes and pants peering, stalking, premediating and ultimately attacking me at every turn. I try to make it up the stairs but there's clothing blockade. Once I combat the enclosing army of stair soldiers my victory is short lived I only have clear sailing until I reach my door. Once I open my door it's like NATO has teamed up against the lonely country of Astraland. Until today I had surrendered to the well armed forces camped in my room. I couldn't take it any longer. I was done. I plotted. And I plotted and planned some more. Astralandians were victorious. I forced that massive army to retreat to the closet where they shall remain, forever more. The end.

English Prof

So, I really don't like my English prof but because of that I actually do like him. Makes sense right? I hate that he always tells me I'm wrong then literally says exactly what I said 3 minutes later...but I like that he pisses me off. Is that strange? I have a friend, Alys and we constanly and almost always disagree but yet we are still really good friends somehow because of the fact we disagree. Doesn't it seem  like the guys you liked most while growing up were the ones who just rubbed you the wrong way? The ones who just made things harder for you and told you threw like a girl. We all had crushes on them yet when you're an adult and someone asks you what you want in a man you say something like common interests and he tries me like a princess....hmmm. That doesn't entirely add up to what you used to think. So as I'm sitting here ranting to my mom about this professor I realize I hate him because I like his style of teaching. I think this semester is driving me to be a crazy woman because none of what I just said makes sense. I should seek help. Immediately.

Almost Died, kinda.

Today I went to Kroger to get some crap, the usual. When I went in there was this old guy pulling out of the parking lot who was checking me out hardcore. Creepy creeper then did a U turn and came back. CREEPY. So I don't see him again but when I go to walk out I accidently walked out the wrong door but before I made it all the way out I noticed creepy creeper was standing, just standing, no bags or anything in the other door way. I'm really happy I'm direction challenged and for once it probably saved me from being another unsolved case in the Houston homocide department. That guy gave me the hebby jebbes.