The Parking Whore

So, I'm sitting up at this dig Flipnotics, and it's a cool coffee shop. Although, it's not preferred by this blog writer. I was going to go to this place, The Green Muse, but a business owner in the same lot decided to be a whore. And I don't use that word lightly. There's egads of parking there. There's quite a few businesses there. But this lady (I'm told it's a chick) has signs up over half the parking lot "Parking for Stupid Whore Dance School ONLY at ALL TIMES."

Okay, that place has yet to be opened when I've been there. And I'm there a lot, because I'm a coffee whore, and go at all times of the day for my fix. Well, if it is open, no one's ever there. The kicker, that was pointed out to me today whilest whining, is that if there were people there, they could take what little parking the coffee shop has. this situation is officially Teh Ghey. So, if you're in Austin, and you want to find a dance school, steer clear of the dumb bitch on Oltorf and South First. Next to the gas station and pizza place, with the coffee shop on the other side? Yeah, that place.
I hope she goes out of business and gets her head stuck in a toilet.


On an unrelated note, Google Adsense is funny. Hmm.. I saw an ad there before posting this advertising a site for Christian homes dealing with homosexuality. Maybe I use the word "gay" too much. Must look into this...

In more recent news...

Crawling around on Encyclopedia Dramatica* I found this website. Go ahead. Click it. Be prepared to laugh your ass off. It seems to be a Christian Fundamentalist website that basically labels all websites outside of their strict dogma (including that 'interracial relationships' are classified as a form of bestiality, huh, go figure) as sites violating their Internet Acceptable Use Policy. The funniest thing? Austin Independent School District's website is listed in there database (you know you want to. Click here. Ask.com is also listed in their database).


But BJ, you may say, maybe they just automatically added them and haven't made sure these websites were validly against their AUP.


Oh ho ho. Fear not. Net Authority MAKES NO Mistakes. Seriously. Looky here.


The amount of Christian zealotage on the internetz astounds me. And, to be sure, don't ever ever ever think I advocate children viewing offensive materials. Because I don't. Children shouldn't be on the internetz. They should be outside, playing, with other children, enjoying being children. What gets me is there are so many people out there who think they know what's good for children, and here we have Net Authority, cue, stage left. They claim that even websites about dinosaurs are harmful to children because dinosaur bones were put here apparently to test our faith in God, because no where in the bible are anything like dinosaurs mentioned.

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Are you serious? Because it's not in the bible it's here to test faith? I'm not a Christian, but even if I were I wouldn't feed someone a line of crap quite that off the wall. Even the crazy people at the Westboro Baptist Church don't make stuff like that up. And even better? They're not racist. Yes, I believe equating an interracial relationship as being a form of bestiality is racist. According to these people's standards, other than the sheer amount of profanity on this blog, I will tell you all right now I'm a product of an interracial relationship. I guess I should be flagged as being against Net Authority's AUP because this is a blog, apparently, written by an abomination.






*I'm not linking Encyclopedia Dramatica because that site can be very offensive. I like it, don't get me wrong. If you're really curious, google it.

So I was at Target the other day...

Looking to find a new bathing suit. Which I hate doing because it's hard to find one that does my boobs justice. Most bathing suits are for girls with smaller or perky tits. I have neither, so I've had this grudge with bathing suit shopping since about 13. I actually haven't gone in over five years. Because this is how it goes: I find something cute, that I like, try it on, and those weird nipple pads? Are smaller than my boobs. So, big boob + small nipple pad = not only odd sensation for me but it just looks weird. It looks like I'm trying to upholster my own breasts. When I cut the pads out, my boobs just sag. Looks equally as weird. Only, it's more uncomfortable for me.

With that in mind on Monday I went to Target. Because I need a new one. The old one was given to me by a friend five plus years ago (hence the no torturing myself for over five years) but we can all imagine what kind of shape that little prize is in.

I took a friend of mine, apparently you always need back up for this sort of thing. And we're in there poking around at stuff, stuff too small for me. Stuff unbefitting the boobs. The funny thing? They had more straight up two piece bikini's in extra large than the full coverage two pieces.

Out of no where, this lady and what assume to be her sister and/or shopping back-up, comes wondering up, picking through the swimming items.

"X-X-L YEAH THAT'S ME. THAT'S WHAT I NEED."
That's what she said. And then she'd move to a different rack of swimming treasures, poke through it a bit, and again, "YEP. X-X-L, UH HUH. RIGHT THAR."

I'm sure the people at the other end of the store could hear this. I had to keep myself from laughing. I'm convinced she was a little drunk.

Finally I got the idea to go to the womens section, where they did have bathing suits to do me some justice. I think I bought the most fantastic bathing suit I've ever owned.

Unfortunately, it's been raining all week. Le sigh.

So I have this class..

And as shitty as it sounds I'm sitting here, in this class, right now, writing this. I've seen it happen on this forum I keep up with (MySpaceBashing) and I thought it was kind of dumb until now. Well, I could understand it on the forum because the kid who did it was in highschool. I'm sitting in a college class.
I mean, what's the world coming to when I can sit in a college class and add some blogage? Why isn't this professor keeping me so busy right now that I don't even have time to remember I even have a blog?

Fuck.

One of the biggest problems, is, though. I'm really tired. I haven't had a decent night's sleep since I started back at school. But it isn't because of this class, it's because of the other lovely class I get to wonder into tomorrow evening.

Thoughts at 6am

Well, I got my assignment done and I didn't die. I'm amazed. And yes I did get a nice, new, blank, fresh stack of papers to write on last Tuesday.

On to the random thoughtage!

I just had this weird thought pop into my head and it made me aware of a pet peeve I didn't know I had. Apparently, it irritates me when you give a gift to a child and the parent prompts the child to say thank you or express some sort of gratitude. For one thing, it irks me because I hate it when parents/relatives "talk" for children (ie "Say 'yes ma'am' and also tell..."). On a different note, and this is the thought you've waited five lines for, I think when you give a gift to someone it should be with such a kind heart that the kindness doesn't require a thank you, but the happiness is gratitude enough. My mind continues on with this sort of diatribe "Maybe that's part of the cause of the 'me' phenomena. If children are taught to give something in return for a gift (the thank you) maybe in a round about way they learn to expect something in return when they give a gift." How many people do you know have had a bitch fit at one time or another because they gave someone something for their birthday or Christmas, but were mad because they got nothing in return? It may be unrelated, it may not be. It's six am, what the fuck do I know?

A Poem

I found this poem today working on some notes for stuff that I have to present tomorrow afternoon. I thought it was interesting. This isn't exactly a poetry blog, but, I'm sure there will be more poetry in the future.

The World Falling Down

I am in high disagreement,
With the Emotion
Deep in my Body.
Stirring.

Waiting.
Moving slowly as ice melts --
To set in motion,
The world falling down.

Life. Why it needs to go home.

I've been feeling a little over whelmed lately. Well, I've been feeling A LOT overwhelmed lately. I've spent countless hours at the law library this week and just barely feel as though I'm making any progress and my assignment's due on Tuesday, which seems a ways a way.

Unless you're me. Tuesday feels like tomorrow with the depth and time this assignment is taking. And when I get it done, there will be another one waiting for me on Tuesday. A new one. A blank one. An assignment I have to start from the beginning on and spent countless more hours at the law library on next week.

And then there are various other things demanding my attention. Other assignments, other obligations that I agreed to do a few months ago that are looming. Prioritizing is hard. Gah. My brain hurts and I'm sleepy. When I get all stressed, like I have been, I don't sleep well because it takes me a while to unwind enough to sleep, and then four hours later I have to get up. So I've only been sleeping little snippets this week, which adds to the problem because I can't think, and that makes my assignment go slower.

I was listening to a song at the coffee shop, and if I'm not mistaken it was Frank Sinatra singing about Paris.
Took me five minutes to realize he wasn't singing about Paris Hilton because she wasn't alive back then.

I need more espresso.

Pwned

I was sitting outside smoking with my brother the other day, and he was talking about going to work (which he hasn't done in a long LONG time, so you can understand me having a coronary problem with it). He brings up the fact that he wanted until the last minute to renew his license, which was on his birthday (May 22) and he hadn't gotten his new one just yet. So I told him, "Just drive with your old one and the online receipt that I'd like to believe you printed out."
Him: Well, on there they said that doesn't guarantee you don't get a ticket for driving without a license.
Me: Then don't give them a reason to pull you over.
Duh.

He left, and this was early afternoon (like, one or two). I checked the mail.
My brother had a letter from the Texas Department of Transportation in the mailbox. It felt like there was something hard and plastic and credit card sized in there.

I sent him this text message: I lol at you. Your license was in the mailbox.

He thinks I'm a big dork, but the truth is, he's been pwned by the mailman.

Singing In Pulic

I may be some kind of crazy...

So, I'm sitting at this coffee shop "studying" listening to music stuff and all I want to do is sing along with it. At the coffee shop. With other people.

Yeah, I'm not sure they'll appreciate it as much as me.

In other news, I bought this new shirt the other day that's awesome. Conversations with mom:
Me: Isn't it cute?!
Her: Yes. Does it make ya feel girly?
Me: No. Even better. It makes me feel half naked.

Can't wait to wear that one out to more places than the grocery store.