This is my fustrated face

I am so frustrated right now. Last night one of my roommates brought this guy over to our apartment which in of itself isn't a big deal, but after they situated themselves in her room she came out and opened a bag that had been sitting on the counter all day long it was a 6-pack of Budweiser and a thing of Mike's Hard lemonade. We're not supposed to have alcohol at all, let alone in our apartment (Sarah and I are both under 21) and she went in and shut and locked the door. There is only one reason to take all the drinks in there and lock the door. To get drunk and have sex - which the four of us agreed we wouldn't do in the apartment. Grrr.... I had stuff like that so much. I honestly don't care if she goes and does that over at his place, but not here. I had having strange guys sleeping in our apartment that no one really knows, including Heather. She hardly knows the guys she brings over, sometimes she's never even met them before. Jamie, Sarah and I all lock our bedroom doors when this happens. I really have no wish to be rapped in the middle of the night by someone who was left in our apartment.

This isn't the only thing that's frustrating me, our dishwasher doesn't work. Dishes tend to come out dirtier than when they go in. Ewwww... This shouldn't be such a big deal but people keep putting stuff in the dishwasher and running it even though it doesn't work. So when the sick is full of their dishes and the shelves are empty I get to go into the dishwasher and pull out all the "clean" dishes and re-wash them if I want to eat. A repairman came and checked it out about a week before I moved in and he said there was nothing wrong with it. Riiight, because that makes so much sense. I just spent the last hour doing all the dishes. I go so sick of the dishes in the sink and around the sink and the ones in the dishwasher that I washed them all. Right now they're sitting on the counter drying. I doubt anyone is going to put them away other than me. AHHHHHH!!!! This is my frustrated face. Oh, and before than I sent a half hour cleaning my room and organizing all my stuff. grrrr.....

There's something else that's bothering me, but I don't know what it is. Which of course makes it worse because I have no idea what I'm upset about. If I know I can vent about it and then do something to make it better. But no. I have no idea so I just get to sit here and seethe instead of doing my homework which I have three days to do. Thankfully Michael will be here Saturday and things will be better. I get to spend 14 lovely, glorious hours with Michael. We're going to go walk about Seattle if it's not raining, but if it is we're going to do who-knows-what. Probably play cards, talk, and eat food. Thankfully Heather will be gone that day. OTG. Sarah is also going to be gone later in the day which is sad because she really wants to meet Michael. Jamie might be here, but probably going to be hanging out with her boyfriend. I feel a little better now, but not by a lot. Every little bit helps or some crap like that. blah.

I GOT A JOB!!!

I went in for an interview this morning in the admission office and they just called me and offered me the job! I'm so excited about this. I'll be working about 12 hours a week on my days that I don't have classes (there goes my studying time, but whatever.) It's enough to pay for groceries and the occasional movie and a few extra things like buying christmas presents and clothes. Whee!!! I have been looking for a job since I came down here and now I've got one. This is a good day. Oh, when I found out that I got the job I was crossing the street and starting dancing my way across and almost got hit by a car. Thankfully I didn't have to call them back and say "umm... I just got run over by a car, can I have two weeks vacation time?" hehe... I am such a crackwhore.



Inspirational quotes:

Keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you’re up to
If you can’t baffle them with brilliance, befuddle them with bullshit

Elizabethtown

I just got back from seeing Elizabethtown with my roommate Jamie and it was really good. I was expecting it to be okay or even alright but it was honestly good. I harkened back to the golden age of cinema. There was no sex, there was no nudity, no violence - yet it was still good. It was funny, sad, romantic, even hopefull. I loved the cell phone scenes. The only one I didn't like was when Drew and Claire met face to face and said, "We should hang up now." Oh the cliche. Everything else was good. I especially liked bike with the knife attached with duct-tape. Now that is ingenious. I can't really give anything else away with out spoiling the rest of the movie. mmm.... it was good and now I'm going to bed.

...and may flights of angels fly thee to thy rest...

The Invisible Man

For my American Ethnic Literature class I have to read Ralph Ellison's "Invisible Man." A novel written in 1947 about a black man living in dehumanizing conditions, but what at the time was considered normal conditions. Right now I'm having problems processing what I've read with something other than horror and nauseous convulsions of my stomach. I read the passage where the narrator has been invited to recite his oration on social responsibility to the leading members of his community. Instead He is met with drunkenness and scurrilous behavior of white men who act like the animals they believe black men are. The debauchery of the upstanding men of the community - if you can call them that - sickened me to the point where I had to force myself to finish the passage.

"We were rushed up to the front of the ballroom where it smelled even more strongly of tobacco and whiskey. Then we were pushed into place. I almost wet my pants. A sea of faces, some hostile, some amused, ringed around us, and in the center, facing us, stood a magnificent blonde - stark naked...All the while t he blonde continued dancing, smiling faintly at the bit shots who watched her with fascination. I noticed a certain merchant who followed her hungerly, his lips loose and drooling. It was mad. Chairs went crashing, drinks were spilt as the ran laughing and howling after her. They caught her just as she reached the door, raised her from the floor and tossed her as college boys are tossed at a hazing..."

Their pleasure not just at the abuse and degrading of the blonde dancer but the deliberate torture and malicious behavior towards the young black men made me want to vomit. The rug with their money was wire to electrify them all for the amusement and entertainment of people I can't even classify as human. But as an American this is my heritage. This is what America's walls are built upon. How can I be proud to be an American when so many found humor in excessive indulgence of tormenting and the defilment of their fellow humans and American's. What sickens me the most is that no one tried to stop their licentious behavior. In a room filled with bankers, merchants, lawyers, preachers, school teachers, judges and doctors no one tried to stop what many must have known was wrong. Not only did they not try to stop it but they tried to justify it by giving the narrator a scholarship to a "colored university". They literally bribed him with money bloodied by his own blood. How sick is that?

Aftermath

Goodness, I am so tired right now. I don't want to go to bed because it's only 6:00pm and if I go to bed now I'll wake up in three or four hours and not be able to sleep for the rest of the night. But I had a really quite weekend at home - thank god - and was able to rest. My back is still a little sore after the accident, but it's getting better. I went and saw "Serenity" with Michael, Matthew and one of Matthew's friends. It was a lot of fun. We ended up going to DQ and getting a free ice cream cake out of it. Which was awesome I might add. Michael and I talked for a couple of hours until we both realized it was 12:30 and that we both really needed to get home before the parental units threw a fit.

Tomorrow is monday and that means going to class and I really don't feel like going, besides the fact that I got almost no homework done this weekend. Crap now my computer won't spit out a dvd from it's drive. I'm going to go work on that instead of homework. Maybe I'll get to my reading later tonight... after my long hot shower.

Oh sad news; Micheal just found out that his grandfather on his dad's side died last night. Please pray for him and his family - two months ago his dad's brother died as well, so this is hard on all of them.

car accident

Last night was one of the scariest and most frustrating nights I've ever lived through. Me and my roommate Heather decided that we wanted to take Sarah (one of our other roommates) out to dinner for her birthday. We all dressed up put on makeup and poured ourselves into Heather's 1988 Chevy Beretta and headed north on I-5 taking the seldom open express lanes. It had been raining slowly but steadily all day long so the roads were wet even though it wasn't currently raining. we saw break lights and tried to stop, but started hydroplaning and rammed into the back of an Acura which sent us spinning across all three lanes of traffic where we got hit by another car head on and crashed into the cement divider before coming to a halt facing south on the north bound lanes. That's the scary part.

Once I had made sure that both Sarah and Heather were alright I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. I was really touched by how many people stopped and asked us if we were all okay. 6 or 7 motorists - one of which was a nurse practitioner - and two motorcyclists pulled up and ran over to make sure we weren't dead or dying. The frustrating part was that Heather just lost it and could not pull it together even though she was obviously in need of some medical attention (she had neck, back and shoulder pain) she tried to refuse and was terrified to go on the backboard, let alone in the ambulance. When we got to the hospital she tried once or twice to just get up and leave and she didn't want to go have X-rays taken because... well she's didn't have a good reason. Also she was sure that having an EKG (where they hook monitors up to your chest to make sure that the heart is beating irregularly) meant that they were going to jab a foot long needle into her chest like they do in the movies. It took me 2 hours to get her calm and coherent, let alone to stop crying. Sarah was hysterical, but only for about the first 5 minutes after the crash, and then she was good. That I understand, but not the whole freaking out going nuts thing. If she had been more calm it wouldn't have been so bad, and wouldn't have taken so long to get to the hospital, out and back home. *sighs* blah. Over all I must say that it was an interesting night. I think we owe Sarah a home cooked meal for all of this.

Serenity

I have literally just gotten back from seeing Joss Whedon's Serenity. It is probably the best movie I have seen all year long. I am speechless about how good this movie really is. It was funny, it was heart-wrenchingly sad, it had lots of action, and it was incredibly well done in most every respect. There are a few things that I wish hadn't happened, but I can see the reasoning - abit insane and stupid reasoning - that made this movie simply brilliant instead of the best goddamn movie of the year. Next to A&E's Pride and Prejudice, this is my favorite movie. Ever. I cannot wax elequently enough to full describe how good this movie is. I am fabulously in love with this film, there isn't much one can say about a great movie without giving anything away. Go see this extrodinary film.


I aim to misbehave.
- Mal "Serenity"