An Open Letter To The Guy Who Looks Like Jim Gaffigan And Keeps Sitting Next To Me At Work:

I can't tell if you're flirting with me or if you're just really friendly, but either way it's weirding me out. Also, stop calling me pretty. Also, why do you remember my name when you see me in the hall? I don't remember yours, because you look exactly like Jim Gaffigan and I don't care. Also, you're clearly like fortysomething and I am clearly not. Please take my nervous laughter as a hint and go away.

Seriously,
Emilee

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Also, guys, I can't reply to everyone who commented to my last post but I love all of you. ♥ Thanks for the good feelings. You can all be my new dads.

This is a completely gratuitous post! But if you have any interest in me potentially winning a contest or at the very least warming the cockles of my heart by paying attention to me, I would appreciate it a lot if you would

~VOTE FOR ME~

in this probably-pointless photography contest. It only takes one click! And at the very least you'll get to see some pretty colors if you click the link.

I am so so so so tired. But I finished my last week of class and didn't die, so that's something! To celebrate, I'm going to sleep.

When did my livejournal entries become so boring?

So there's that "top ten Disney songs" meme going around, and, guys, it's like YOU FOUND MY WEAKNESS. I'm not even going to tell you how much time I spent composing this list and how much it broke my heart to cut things out of it.

( But I think this is a quality list right here. )

SEVEN PAGE PAPER FROM HELL HAS BEEN COMPLETED AND TURNED IN oh god it feels so good to get that off my shoulders.

But more importantly.

Brian Michael Bendis is coming in to talk to the class next week.




. . . Yeah.

I just made a list of all the essays and projects I have due in the next two weeks! It's hung above my desk, highlighted in bright yellow, helpfully and accurately titled "OH SHIT DUE DATES!"

Below the cut is a summary of how this makes me feel.

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So if anyone still needs Dreamwidth invite codes, I have two!

In other boring news, not failing at school is reeeally haaard, whiiiiine whine whiiine. Also it's been sunny-rainy-sunny-rainy-sunny-rainy all day and it's playing hell with my mood. EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER sob sob just pick one already oh god send help in the form of gay porn or pictures of puppies. :(

OKAY FINE I HAVE A DREAMWIDTH ACCOUNT

I DUNNO WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO BUT APPARENTLY IT'S COOL? I'LL POKE AT IT THIS EVENING WHEN I'M AVOIDING MY HOMEWORK

FRIEND ME IF YOU'RE AWESOME

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I got in my car this afternoon only to find that I'd left the lights on overnight, killing the battery good and dead. Feeling miserable and full of woe and self-loathing, I called my mom to jump the car for me -- only the jumper cables were broken! So we go over to her place, pick up the other set of cables, drive back, aaaand...

I realize I locked my keys in the car.

45 minutes later, I give a locksmith fifty bucks to get my keys out of the car for me.



... A-at least he jumped it for free?

GUYS I'M SO TIRED. SO TIRED.

YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE

I LOVE WHEN THE WHOLE COMPUTER LAB IS ALMOST ENTIRELY EMPTY

AND YET SOMEONE FEELS THE NEED TO SIT AT THE COMPUTER RIGHT NEXT TO ME

no don't do that I'm trying to write gay porn :(

Man, I haven't updated this thing in forever. Nice things: school is going well, work is going well, and the weather has been sunny for three whole days.

Bad things: Yesterday I found out that somehow, last month's electronic partial payment of my $450 traffic ticket from the accident didn't go through. I don't know if the problem was on my end or on their end but either way, it didn't show up.

And so they added on another $75 to the fine.

MY LIFE

So I totally didn't realize this until I was looking at the syllabus this morning but apparently my Understanding Comics teacher is going to be Diana Schutz. Executive editor at Dark Horse.

. . . NEAT?

Gosh I love my spam folder.


How many orgasm can man do? I had four orgasms in about 440 minutes! :)

Followed by this lovely poem.

Sacrificial acts, or upon making gifts or accepting girl
nourished by the soil, with the broad shoulders shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer you any more
than the half a dozen others who then, that i brought you
here to breakfast. We.

*cue bongos*

Stood in line for four hours to see Watchmen tonight!

Surprisingly, it didn't blow!

I mean, yes, I could talk about the parts where some points were missed and the awkward lines and the things that didn't quite work but honestly, I'm just amazed that IT DIDN'T BLOW.

Also, hot damn that opening sequence was gorgeous.

More on this maybe when I am actually awake oh god it's 4AM.

AS OF TODAY I AM SIGNED UP FOR COMMUNITY COLLEGE

I AM SO FUCKING RESPONSIBLE

LET'S HOPE THIS DOESN'T CRASH AND BURN THIS TIME, SHALL WE?

I am taking a Film Studies class and an East Asian History class and a Life Drawing class and an Understanding Comics class and if things get terrifying and I want to retreat to the relative safety of not-college, I shall just repeat to myself that the alternative is shitty shitty minimum wage jobs that keep viciously raping my pocketbook and self-esteem!

HOORAY FOR HIGHER LEARNING!

So I've been working about two hours a day doing terrible child-wrangling at minimum wage, when I was hired to do office work at $10/hour, 20 hours a week. I have to drive a half-hour each way to get there, so what I'm getting paid barely covers gas.

But the real pickle on the crap sandwich that was this entire debacle: today I got a "we no longer require your services" form email after telling my new job I need a day off for my grandpa's funeral.

GOD THIS MONTH HAS SUCKED

SERIOUSLY: FUCK SNOW >8(

My grandpa died this afternoon.

Thanks to everyone who's talked to me this past week; to anyone who's made me smile or laugh, and anyone who's taken my mind off things a little, even if you didn't know you were doing it.

He made me promise I wouldn't be sad when it happened, and that's what I'm trying to do.

So thank you, Grandpa, for everything. For keeping the clubhouse pool open after hours just so we could play a little longer. For challenging me to burger-eating contests at McDonald's. For taking us fishing, even though we didn't know the first thing about it. For teaching a six-year-old girl to cuss in German; for letting us drag-race your boss's golf carts through the desert; for always having a pocket full of gum and cough drops.

I'm going to miss you like crazy.

GUYS

GUYS

GUYS

WHO WANTS TO GO TO A MIDNIGHT SHOWING OF WATCHMEN WITH ME?

Someone please say yes. Seriously, I will drive up to Seattle if I have to, I just don't want to go aloooooone



please love me