That I would never want to be immortal. :)

Today has been sort of a lazy Sunday…I woke up at Christen and Kelly’s house after endless dreams of this drama about royal dynasties that oddly enough took place at Arden Fair mall.

Anyway…I heard that Becky and Jeremy broke up! I guess it happened just this weekend.

I was going to write a big post, but my wrists hurt and I’m on Christen’s computer.

I did add a bunch of articles to the wiki though!

Here is a link to the recent changes page, so you can see all the new additions and updates.

I had a triple-clusterfuck today.

“Is that even possible?” you ask.

Yes.

It is.

Went to the DMV this morning to take my motorcycle license test. I passed it, but they couldn’t do anything because the computer system was down. I could have waited, but I just left. I was late for work.

#2: I arrive at the University/65th stop where I transfer to light rail, and it looks like fucking Ellis Island. There are crowds of people milling around. People had been murmuring about light rail being dead, and it was true. Had to take a shuttle bus to 30th and walk like seven blocks from there.

#3: I get to work and sitting at my desk is a shiny new 1.8GHz iMac G5 with 1GB of RAM. “Sweet!” I think. However, it turns out that the lady that is in charge of all the money (the one who annoyingly blasts country music all day and one time told me not to get onions in my Subway sandwiches because she didn’t like them), she locked me out of the system. She won’t give me administrator access. It doesn’t mean that there aren’t workarounds, it just makes my life harder. I was thinking for days about what I would name my new computer at work (since they all have names). I turned it on and it had this ghetto looking icon and it was called “Merlin.”

Okay….fuck you.

I asked her about it, rather sarcastically, “We can’t name our own computers?”

“No,” she said, “we named it for you. It goes with the rest of them.”

“WE?”

“WE.”

No, it doesn’t. That was just the last straw. And then she basically said to me “Well, before you came here everybody came to me to ask about computer stuff.” And, implicitly, “I know you know more about computers than me, but I’m going to use my seniority to make your life a living hell so that I can be the one everyone comes to about tech problems.

I’m sorry if I’m an asshole, I just wanted to name my own fucking computer. Is that so much to ask? Fucking Christ, I hate everyone.

I MUST finish college so I can tell “toxic people”, as my mother would say, like this to fuck off.

So…me and Christen were hanging out at True Love after classes today and Adrian and Tod (who I thought had like, destroyed Adrian’s faith in love or something) called…and we went to see Pan’s Labyrinth…

It was such a clusterfuck. Every word he said pissed me off. I am just so sick of his faux professional air. He really thinks he is this attractive, urbane, and cultured. I really just wanted to laugh in his face and say “you look homeless and pregnant.”

It was really anomalous what Tod and him were doing. I thought they hated each other and now they are best friends? Adrian sure painted a different picture when we were dating.

I was dressed hella scene today and he gave me this condiscending look…I’m like, dude, you have no idea how to have fun. And I know that this whole thing was a big farce to create drama out of nothingness and by writing this I’m letting him win because he’s got to me but I really don’t care.

Screaming the Dresden Dolls with Christen on the way home, I was totally in “fuck everyone” mode. I’m still in it, eating Dum Dum pops and wanting badly to fuck that guy in the tweed coat who I was eyeing but didn’t make a move on.

I am either reading too much Bret Easton Ellis or not enough. The Rules of Attraction is fucking intense though. I am in love with how fake everyone is. Well, love is a strong word…it just rings really true.

Not being around Adrian for so long makes me realize how he is just going nowhere with his life. I feel such a sense of purpose going to school and working…it gives me satisfaction. I think that’s how I differ from him. Maybe I’m selling my soul to the establishment, but I like my life now.

After the movie (which incredible but HELLA depressing…me and Christen were crying as we left the theatre), Adrian (snide as hell) was all “so, what’s your take on the movie?” I was all “I just want to fucking kill myself now!” and he was all “How is that different from any other day?”

You know what the difference is?

I’m not with him.

And Adrian, what was the fucking point of that?

You wouldn’t give my friends the time of day, what makes you think I’m going to fall in love with those assholes?

Will you please just stop being fake?

Christ.

I upgraded to the new version of Wordpress (my blogging software), and it sort of…um…broke my blog’s database. I’m not sure what’s going on…it’s displaying that odd error and nothing seems to be working quite right…but I’m going out to Cheap Love (me and Christen’s new name for True Love) and I don’t have time to fix it right now.

I look so scene it’s like…ridiculous. I’m listening to this Neo-80s (all I ever listen to) band called Moving Units…and I look uberscene. Fauxhawk and eyeliner scene. I love going to the cafe! It’s such an excuse to dress up on an otherwise quotidian Monday.

today was a lot of IMing with me and Christen, watched that weird movie Alphaville…and, um, surfed Craigslist for cars all freakin’ day.

I think I’m going to try and take the written test for a motorcycle license tomorrow. The DMV is only a few blocks away, so it shouldn’t be a problem if I get up early enough *snicker*. I’m going to totally miss it and end up just going to work. Meh, whatever.

Talked a lot with this random guy…forget what his name is, he lives in Pennsylvania, met him through Matt. He thinks I’m pretentious because I occasionally wear a Bluetooth headset. He insisted on calling it “a Bluetooth”…which is just plain rediculous…it would be like calling a computer a wi-fi. We did some tandem Facebook surfing…that was it.

I updated a bunch of crap on my Facebook profile and surfed hot guys with Christen…it was so odd, we both found the same dude…although he was straight and seemed to be a bit of a drug addict…it’s something in the eyes. Man, I use ellipsis way too much.

That’s all I have to report.

Other than I HATE public transit and the thought of sitting there and waiting for the train in the freezing cold fills me with an unholy dread.

I feel like I’ve woken up from a long dream whenever I see Adrian’s profile on fbook.