dibmagician

I'll be done with my freshman year of college after I take a Cultural Anthropology exam today.

Where the fuck did the time go? Damn, I feel like I just graduated high school.

And now, time for: SHIT I LEARNED FROM COLLEGE

1) Cold weather is not as wonderful/winter is not "the BEST season~" when you actually have to wait for buses and walk around outside to get to classes.

2) If your roommate seems psycho, it's because she fucking is. Get out while you still can!

3) All-girl dorms are wastelands of whores and self-absorbed bitches. 99.9% of inhabitants talk behind your back and most of them bring men to suck off into their rooms.

4) Older people are much more fun to hang out with; most other freshman are douchebags/irritating as piss. Oh, it's your first year? Cool, same as 2,000 other people on this campus! Quit talking about it you stupid asshole.

5) If a class has five people in it, all of which are women, and it's a cultural anthropology class, it's going to be less about "People have different languages and political systems!" and more "AMERICA IS THE WORST THOUGH FOR SOME REASON I STILL LIVE HERE BECAUSE I AM A STUPID WHORE ALSO DID I MENTION MY SEETHING HATRED FOR MEN EVEN THOUGH I AM MARRIED?"

Cool I am not bitter at all you guys.

ps if you have a lot of free time from 11-1 on Wednesdays and need to listen to a jackass for fun go to www.wpts.org and you can hear me talk about nothing.

My supposedly "closest" friends forgot my birthday. Again.

The best was IMing Dave and being blown off. It's awesome when you not only don't wish a person a happy birthday, but are even too busy for them.
..though I suppose that, technically, if you didn't remember their birthday, you wouldn't see how rude it was to dismiss them like that.

Guess it's hard to remember the birthday of a girl who always remembers everyone else's birthday and makes sure to make them special when possible, amirite?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/eonline/20090210/en_top_eo/99321

-...What.

Maybe this makes me a bitch, but I agree with Faye Dunaway.

They seriously tapped an actress whose great acting achievements include "Cheaper by the Dozen 2", "Lizzie McGuire" and "Material Girls" to play Bonnie Parker? What in the everloving fuck?

Oh, and because I enjoy punishing myself, I looked up the guy playing Clyde...oh, cool, he starred in the first three "Air Bud" films! It's like Disney's making this production!

Fuck whoever thought this was a good idea.

Just as clarification: I am not nerdraging because they're remaking this film, because I have yet to see the Warren Beatty/Faye Dunaway one. I am nerdraging because of my love for old fashioned criminals.
I like mobsters, (which makes me slightly worried about "Public Enemies") and I like Bonnie and Clyde. Hell, I even played Bonnie before! Their image-though not the most positive-does not need to be shit upon in this day and age by creating a fucking stupid movie with those clowns.

My dog Maeby died this morning.

She was fine on Wednesday; jumping around and barking and all that. Then Thursday morning, she was sick, but we figured that it was pneumonia again and she'd get better after antibiotics.

Then it turned out it was cancer, and we were probably going to have to put her to sleep today. We didn't have to; she ended up dying at 3 in the morning.

I never even got to say goodbye. She was my best friend; she was who I spent most of my time with, since she followed me around everywhere. For God's sakes, some days she would just fucking sit in my room, waiting for me because she couldn't find me.

This has turned out to easily be one of the worst weeks of my life.

GUYS APPLETON WAS HELLA BORING.

I went there a month ago with my dad for Nationals, and there was nothing to do there besides IHOP (the closest one to us is 35 miles away, but shitpoke Appleton has four) and the Harry Houdini museum. We ended up going to see Iron Man because we were so bored.

Also, I was told that I dress very distractingly, and lost miserably. Yaaaay.

ps I graduated three weeks ago. Do I feel any different? Hell no.

pps I'm making Davey a scrapbook of his band for his birthday. I'm hoping he likes it and doesn't think it's/I'm retarded.

ppps I miss talking to a lot of people on here. D:

I'm back again, with a new laundry list of my life!

-Jordan and I are speaking again, due to us being forced to work on a project together and him eventually warming up to me because of it.

-Still going to Appleton, only now it's just my coach and I, and he's rooming me with some people I've never met in my life and then going to his hotel 40 miles away. DDDDD:

-I'm in my final nine weeks of normal schooling. Totally weirddddd.

-I went to a talent show last night, and sat with my friend Max. It was terrible, but we had fun doing commentary and sending his girlfriend/my good friend Morgan corresponding pictures of each other.

-For about a week, a silly picture I made was going to be the design of the new Br'er Fox (aka the Resistors, aka Davey's band) t-shirt. It's probably not going to be anymore, but it was nice for that week.

-I am going to prom! My date is one of my forensics teammates; not one of my first choices, but he's a nice guy. Now I just gotta find a dress.

And the most important fact I've learned: "Stay sleazy" is not a normal way to end a conversation, and creeps me out like woah.

THINGS THAT COME TO MY BRAIN TIME!

-Play is over; very sad. But now we're preparing for the musical, Anything Goes. It sounds awesome and I hope I can get a part.

-I watched Singin' In the Rain this week; I've never seen it before, so I liked watching it.

-Flight of the Conchords=AMAZING. I love Lamington for introducing it to me.

-Turkey Day was a party, but the Thanksgiving Dinner/Lunch we had at school was more fun.

-I'm supposed to have friends coming over today; I can only hope that's still true.

So yesterday, I was at play practice and I was having a rotten time because of people being dicks and also because I am a shithole about my heart being broken, so I was crying and I went to go and calm down by taking a walk through the auditorium.

Calming down over a guy breaking my heart would have probably been, like, five times easier if the first thing I saw when I walked back hadn't been a set of Zach's paintings.

You see, they're permanently there as part of a competition he won. So now, every time I go into the auditiorium, I'm going to see them.

FUCKING A RIGHT?

So a few weeks ago, I heard that Zach shaved his head and grew a mustache. I thought, "HE IS GOING TO LOOK LIKE A CHILD MOLESTER/SERIAL KILLER," but then I felt bad and told myself, no, he's still Zach and he's going to look fine no matter what.

But then I saw a picture of him this morning on Facebook and I gagged a little.

He looked almost exactly like how I picture a child molester.

I was horrified, for a brief moment, that I had ever found him good looking.

Now, is this just my brain finally kicking in, or am I just being a shallow bitch?

EDIT: Since Segucha mentioned it, in case nobody ever saw him before, here's Zach back how he used to look when I liked him, and here's him now.

ps anybody techno savvy know if people can find out if you're hotlinking their facebook pictures? Because if so, I am SCREWED.

So today was the 13 and a half hour Erie debate extravaganza.

And for the first time in three years, I friggin' won something.

I was sitting at the table, pissing around, when they call my code number. I look at the table all confused, and then wander up.
After I won, all I could say was, "How the fuck did I win?"

It was hilarious, because I worked my ass off on Tinkerbell, and I never won, but when I piss around with a play I didn't even really like, I won.

Yesterday was also the one year anniversary of the Z Scandals Beginning, but the less terrible half of them. They were the still kind of negative events, but it was when he still cared and really helped me through my depression.

Now the only three things I have left from that time are Jordan, Davey, and a dead rose. How weird.

So Dumbledore's gay. This was a lol in the fact that now it's like MY BOOKS ARE OVER; TIME TO LET EVERYONE KNOW INSANE SECRETS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS, PARTICULARLY DEAD ONES.
What made me laugh the most, however, was when she said, "Oh, my god, the fan fiction."
Though apparently I am not into the HP fandom enough, because I guess there were discussions about him possibly being gay before this was revealed? Wtf life.
Regardless, this was definitely a hilarious moment. Oh, JK Rowling, you card you!

In other news, Jordan and I had a powwow this week, made up, and now we're all good. What really helped was when, in our discussion, he said something that got me to get my shit to together: "Nobody wants to be around a depressed person all of the time."
So yeah; that statement made me really decide to get over myself and be happy.

And right now? My weekend is helping me. I mean, benefit 5k this morning, Annex concert tonight, senior pictures by the lake tomorrow, no school Monday. AWESOMMMMEEEE.

My biggest influence has probably got to be my peers.

I mean, on the positive side, my friends are the ones that have interest in reading my works and telling me what I need to fix, which helps me get better.

There's also the fact that they help inspire me sometimes. Take my current novel: I had a main female character, but was stuck on creating some secondary main characters as well as some filler subplots. One day, I suddenly realized that the quirky personalities and bizarre adventures of my male friends were perfect just that. I took their traits and journeys and kept some parts, but changed others, so that I could make them my own. This helped me to create more interesting characters and adventures.

On the other hand, I am actually sort of helped by when other people treat me negatively. Getting put down by those sorts of people push me to work on my writing so that I can get better, finish my novel, and show them I'm someone to be taken seriously.

So yeah, people around me really help make me a better writer.

So I just found out that, in November, the Resistors (my best friend Davey's band, in case you don't recall) is opening for Electric Six. As in, the band that made the "Gay Bar" song.

I am SO fucking excited, it's unbelievable.

Well, since the moodring suggested having a happy story to tell in this for once, I felt I should wait until I actually had one to tell. And today, dear readers, I indeed do!

I hung out with Brooke and Davey last night and watched the football game. Admittedly, I don't know much about football; I know the very limited basics because of Ultimate Frisbee, and that's the extent. But you know what? That really didn't matter to me; what did matter was that for once, I was really happy. Like, so happy, I just sat there with a big grin on my face. So what if I didn't know what the fuck Davey and Brooke were booing and cheering about? I was still with two of my best friends who actually included me in something, having the time of my life. It made me feel like a little kid again: really happy, even when I wasn't sure what was going on around me.

And isn't that the best kind of feeling?

dibmagician is distressed.

If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.

wanna know your lj's moodring color? enter your user name and hit the button. (discussion thread)

-I loled.

So last night I went to a Resistors concert, something I sorely missed doing. I had a lot of fun hanging out with Brooke and Davey; they're both amazing people, and I'm so glad to have friend like them. But...well, all wasn't perfect.

I saw Zach for the first time in two months. He was very nice and was very friendly...until he heard my response to his question of what I've been doing. When I mentioned my novel and my language studies, he got very upset because of my interest in Russian and my vague mention of having a Communist character. This is due to the fact that he apparently has a Hungarian background. In addition, he insulted my novel, assuming it was just a two bit teen novel that are a dime a dozen out there.

If you don't know me that well, the problem with these comments are that my novel and my love of languages? Those are what make me...well, me. I'm extremely proud of them, especially my novel, and he felt that he could just pay no mind to them.

It made me realize something very important, though: I can never love a guy that doesn't care about my novel.

My dad just called to ask if I had anything important on our recently-broken computer. I naturally told him my whole novel was on there, along with about four scripts and various stories. There are also all of my pictures from the last day of school, among others.

I get told that they might not be able to be salvaged.

...Oh hell no.

I mean, I'm still going to have a nice weekend or whatever, since I'm going to have fun and all that jazz, but goddamn, if that didn't put even the smallest damper on my mood.

http://www.gamespot.com/news/show_blog_entry.php?topic_id=25817098&sid=6175993

-I saw this on G4 last night, and my only comment is: did people in the Hispanic community flipshit over the last game? No-at least, not that I heard of-because they know it's just a game and that they are showing their actual race as savages; they're showing zombie/mutated parasitic creatures that originally were in their race until they became the new species.

This article is why I think a lot of people are completely retarded.

Right now, I'm reading old things, and it's making me feel better for some reason; I think it's because I not only can remember the good times, but when I see the bad times, I see how far I've gotten from there.

I also decided something about the Z Scandals (aka the whole escapade with Zach) today: while I regret getting overly depressed, opening my mouth too much, and losing friends over it, I've decided to not regret falling in love with Zach. I used to regret that so much, because I felt that it led to too many miserable things. Now I look at it from a less pessimistic side and see that it led to a lot of wonderful things as well, like my first slow dance, being happy, and being able to live. Isn't that what love's about? Taking the good with the bad, I mean.

And now, to make a to-do list to actually motivate myself to do things for once, hahahah.

This is a very music-oriented week for me, as not only did I get addicted to Bodog's Battle of the Bands, but also because I just found out that Morgan and I are going to go see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club on Saturday.
TIME FOR ME TO DISCUSS BOTH!

Battle of the Bands: I assumed that the band my dad told me about would be my favorite in the competition, as they are a reggae band, but it turned out that I liked this one band, Big Bang Radio, a lot more. I dunno why, but I think they are AWESOME.

BRMC: This is going to be bizarre, I can just feel it.

Oh, and I will have to detail the retarded prank I have elaborately designed at a later date, because it is very magical. I would now, but I'm inspired to finish the music-oriented chapter of my story, haahaha.