I have been feeling quite a few violent tendencies lately.
The most recent--the prostitute man at my apartment who made me move my car because I was in "his" parking space. Wow. OCD. And he was really mean about it too, even after I apologized. Needless to say, I am reclaiming that apology. It is now void, and I shall save it to use another day.
The worst thing about it, is he talked to me in that condescending "You are a girl and I am a big strong man who can make you do what I want" tone. Which is disgusting in any instance, but much worse when it's some jerry-curled old man who picks up prostitutes on his way home from work. Yuck.

And there are a few other people I'd also like to go after with a bat...a wooden one with a nice heft. Ha, or an M4, whichever is closer at hand.

Gogol Bordello is my new favorite band. They are awesome, and it helps that I am taking a gypsy class this semester.

Everyone who's under 30 at work listens to music through headphones, and therefore jumps like they're about to be murdered when anybody comes into their cube. This has happened more than a few times to me, and I have developed a paranoid tick of constantly looking over my shoulder so as not to be snuck up on.

Aaron got one of his ideas made into a movie poster for The Astronaut Farmer, the next Billy Bob Thornton movie.
man, I must be hott-er than I thought to have an industry bf.

I don't know what it is about these apartments, but people are constantly fighting here. Every couple of weeks, either the couple living on one side of me or the people living on the other side of me get into some huge fight and I end up listening to their yelling and crying and banging on the walls, wondering if I should call the cops.
Apparently the people next door to Elissa do the same thing.
And I am not much happier.
There's this black cat that has been meowing constantly for the past three nights.

I'm sick of going to school and work. I want to get out of here. Either that or I want to rot in my room, with no work to worry about, so I can sleep my way out of this.

Good people are hard to find, and I am disappointed in the world...but maybe just for today.

"Every day above ground is a good good day
If I'm not six feet down then I'm well on my way"
-The Impossibles

In some better alternate reality, I spent today at the park with Aaron, lounging on the curved stone statue by the water. We had our hoodies to keep us warm, and we read a book in the sunlight.
When it started getting cooler, we took a slow walk on the hill and back to the car, and then drove to the movie theater, watching the streetlights blink on one by one.

But instead, I went to work. Coming out of my apartment, I was carrying a foldover butter sandwich, my lunch in a Chipotle brown bag, and my backpack while trying to lock the door. My neighbor's boyfriend happened to be knocking on her door right as I was leaving...he gave me an amused look and said, "Off to school?" and I immediately felt like some tow-headed eleven-year-old, barefoot and on my way down the dusty road to the schoolhouse.

Then I got off sorta late from work, and the parking lot was empty, so I tried out my skateboard a little. I fell.
Here is a picture of my war wounds:



Then I came home and went to the mall with Elissa, where they did not have my size in the shoes I wanted anywhere. I resisted temptation though, to buy a very useless packet of things at Victoria's Secret. So that was good. And no, I would never call panties useless. It was some other stuff.

I have spent quite an unproductive weekend. I feel like, another two weeks of days like these, and Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman will storm into my apartment and find me fat and crazy on the couch with Chipotle burrito wrappers littering my body.

"I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely...
I'm so much better than I used to be."
-The Weakerthans

Things I Am Thankful for:
1. My newly unshaking car, thanks to a new suspension thingy-part.
2. That Aaron has such wierd taste and good temper.
3. That school has not started yet.

Things I Hate:
1. Self-important science people who are almost illiterate.
2. Writing admissions essays of any kind. Why should I string together a whole half a page of words when schools can't even use spell check and grammar check on their two-sentence prompt??
Besides. No one ever got a full picture of anyone's personality through these essays. They're 1 part truth, 2 parts inspiration, and 3 parts bragging. It's their nature.
3. Deadlines. DEADLINES!

Merde. Zut alors.

I have lots to tell!

Christmas presents:
digital camera
memory card 512mb
DVDs: Nightmare Before Christmas, Cinderella Man, War of the Worlds
ipod earphone jack splitter
pinstriped converse
and a little eggling I bought myself

And then, I went with Aaron to Soundwaves and we each got a blank deck skateboard, which we promptly decorated.
Also...I got a Christmas bonus from my job, with which I shall purchase some checkerboard Vans.

So...the break started off with a bang--I had lunch with my old roomate, Christina at Double Dave's in Houston, off of 59, and got immediately food poisoned from their buffet line. I have been meaning to write them an email for weeks, detailing my two days in throw-up hell, finally ending in dry chewing pepto bismol pills, but haven't got around to it. Actually, I first planned to drive up there and demand my $8 back, but we all know I did not have the balls for it. urg.

Hung out a lot with Aaron after picking him up at the airport on Christmas Eve morning, went and saw some movies, started skateboarding a little (I can balance and go, and _also_ do that cool little kick thing that makes it pop up so I can catch it in my hand...
haha but other than that, I am at a loss. I never was quite athletic. But I will keep at it.

In any case, I came back up to Austin today with a bottle of free wine from Aaron's work to age till he comes back.

Then I went over to Elissa's and shared a pizza with her while watching cheesy law and order-like shows, and discussing boys and future plans.

And then...
Ok, so maybe I didn't have as much to tell as I had hoped.