How?

How did Chow Yun Fat go from this:



to this atrocity:



?!?!?!

Oh DAYAMM

I'm Sorry, What?

A title clip from E! News on Hulu is titled:

Britney Celebrates "GMA" Style.

I'm sorry, what? Britney celebrated her birthday by furthering the corruption of a developing nation? I disagree.

Dear God, WHY?!

I have decided that when I grow up, I must live south of the Mason-Dixon Line. It it only October, and I have already seen the weather dip below 32 degrees.

:(

Go away. You were annoying three years ago. Nothing has changed.

I have signed onto AIM for the first time in years this week. I figured there were people I used to talk to all the time that I simply lost touch with because I switched over to GoogleChat without letting all the appropriate people know my gmail address. So I'm catching up with people that I haven't kept up with in a long time and enjoying it. It is nice to see how people are doing after long absences. However, these are all people whose friendships I valued. People who brought something to the table. Unfortunately, there are also those who bring nothing.

Someone IM'ed me last night. He annoys the shit out of me. Formally of my "school" subheading, he was moved to the "wack" subheading after all obligatory class associations passed. I cannot remember his real name for the life of me. I think there is a "T" involved somehow, but I am unsure. It is a mystery. Even after he transitioned from "school" to "wack," he would barrage me with unwanted IMs. About the weather. About classes that we did not have in common. About shit I do not care about. If you look at my logs, this is what you see:

dumbass(10:24:35 PM): [something dumb or annoying!]
dumbass(10:24:50 PM): [more inane shit!]
dumbass signed off at (10:25:45 PM)

Three years later:

dumbass(12:13:46 PM): [something dumb or annoying!]
dumbass(14:24:08 PM): [more inane shit!]
dumbass signed off at (15:03:24 PM)

So you see I do not encourage this. I think there needs to be a statute of limitations on when you can IM someone after the last point of contact. If the parties involved were once good friends, there need not be such a statute. But in cases such as this, I think after more than six months, no contact is warrented unless there is a specific, pressing need. Like being the only two people in the hemisphere with the same blood type and your kidney is desperately needed. Even then, going into shady mode is acceptable.

Someone is getting deleted from my buddy list.

My God

You people are already in grad school. Cut it out with the pointless questions designed to set yourselves up for future recommendations. Christ.

Front row-ers annoy me.

An Homage, If You Will

hey catherine...its been a really long time since youve written anything here.....you didnt do anything super super exciting over the summer though....but it was still good times.....having to save up for school put a damper on gallivanting plans.....and the super expensive gas prices.....that blows......now that youre in boston, you really miss your car....oh nigel.....how great you were....but everything seems ok now up here....the roomates seem cool....lots of hate flowing around.....that always makes you feel a little more comfortable....but now you have to learn a city all over again....gonna be a pain....and its hard to go from the ease of a car back to completely relying on public transportation.....maybe you should get a scooter....we'll see how it goes for a couple of weeks before thinking more seriously about that though.....the weather is already so much cooler here than back home....its only in teh 70s today...lovely....this opinion will change soon though...even though you look forward to breaking out your fall/winter stuff...you will def start to really hate on winter and wish that you enrolled at tulane instead.....but then if you went there...youd be moving in just as the city has to be evacuated........so you guess you made the right choice....hurricanes must be worse than boston levels of cold.....so classes start tomorrow....sucks that the only day you have a morning class is on tuesdays....youre gonna have to channel some map reading skills or something....hope you dont get super lost and then show up all late to the very first class....way to start things off right....well....thats all for now.....its really hard writing like this....you dont know how people do it.........................................................

I'm a Citizen, Dammit

Why must every school need 2093534975 documents that prove I'm a citizen. Just because my place of birth is not in the US does not mean I jumped the border or overstayed a visa. God, this is annoying.

Something's wrong with the world...

when I pack for the Philippines and have to bring bags of rice with me.

Why Am I So High?

Why am I so high?
- Me, 203,843,087,525 times on 4/20

I never really got into the whole weed thing in college. It just seemed like getting drunk was more convenient and easier to regulate. I had dabbled a couple of times and was never really impressed. I believe the last time I had any was about five years ago, so of course I decide to dabble again over the weekend thinking it would result in the mild loopiness of the past. Something not unlike sitting at the gas station with your windows down for a little too long. This was not the case.

Life lesson: So thaaaatt's what being high is like.

I don't know how to feel. It was enjoyable for the first 30-60 minutes, and then it got old. I swear that twenty minutes at a bar felt like eight hours. I was all ready to go home until I checked the time (12.20 AM!!!) and realized we had a couple more hours to go. In my elevated state, I decide, "Ok, I can deal with this. Just a couple more hours. I will just sit down and not do anything dumb." Ten hours later, it feels like it's 30 degrees inside of a crowded bar, and I'm shivering and clutching my jacket around myself. After three more hours have passed, I check the time. Hm. Only 12:27, that's not good.

And the night continues on like this. I really needed that shit to be over right then. It was getting old.

On top of the fact that this is the highest I've ever been, the DJ was fuckin' terrible. Songs would cut off for no reason. At some points, it sounded like he stepped away from the equipment and just let a cat walk around on top of the knobs/keys/buttons. I really thought I was losing time, the mixing was so terrible. (It has since been confirmed that I did not lose time, and the DJ really was the worst ever.) Now, it was not only the audio fucking with my mind. I underwent optic injury as well. Huge swathes of crazy white kids start "dancing" in front of me, consisting mostly of random jumping and what appeared to be violent seizures. I honestly thought I was hallucinating. I remember repeatedly asking the people around me if they were seeing the same thing. (They were, and I'm not sure if this was what I wanted to hear.) I blame them for making me feel higher than I probably was.

I'm sure there's more to tell, but I was high. Gimme a break. In short, it was cute for about an hour, and that's about it for me.



ADDENDUM

Dear Kuyung,

I don't ever do anything bad. This was all just stealing someone else's story and telling it in the first person to make it a better read. Repeat: I don't actually do ANY of these things.

<3,
Catherine

Teh New Hawtness

Classy.

Boundaries

One of my coworkers is a bit of an over-sharer. It can feel quite awkward. For example, I know:

1. Her parents are quite the bigots,
2. Her siblings are often unemployed/drunk/wastes of life, and, most horribly,
   
3. She just had a colonoscopy last week.

There is NO REASON for me to know this. I do not want the details of her medical history, especially regarding her butt. This is an OVER-SHARE.

SRT #77

And I have officially been accepted into one grad school, which means that come August, I'm outta here no matter what. I received an email about three weeks ago telling me to expect an acceptance package, and while I did tell others about this happy development, I was still halfway expecting a follow up saying they had made a terrible terrible mistake. But now that I have the actual package in my possession, I can rest a little easier.

And thank god, I don't think I can take much more of the ennui that is my job.

A Little Over Eager, Are We?

Bookswim is kinda glorious, but is this really necessary?

Hi Catherine, Time to fill your Pool

It's okay to throw our books in the pool.

Yes, you heard right. Your rental pool has dropped to 84 books and we'll have a tough time getting you future shipments when we don't know what you want! To expedite your shipments, it's always important to always have at least 6 in your Rental Pool at all times, especially if a book is not on hand, an alternate in-stock book could be sent so that you're never without your favorite books.

I think 84 books should last a little while, don't you?

SRT #73

I fuckin' hate how whenever I declare embargo, my email is suddenly deluged with messages about crazy crazy sales. Why, God? WHY?!

Get a Room.

While walking towards the local cathedral* for Ash Wednesday mass, there is a throng of people exiting from the just completed service. The sidewalk was completely full of be-ashed and soon-to-be-ashed Catholics. Why was one person walking along and powdering over her ashes at the same time? Is she ashamed of being Catholic? I'm not particularly proud of being Catholic, but I'm not ashamed of it. It's just what I am. If she's not ashamed of her ashes, shouldn't she at least be ashamed of that shame and powder over them in private? Especially when you are surrounded by people coming from/on their way to mass. It just seems wrong.


* Yes, local cathedral.

Photo When I Feel Like It and EW.

I like this pic, but as mentioned a few posts earlier, I think it borders on being too warm. But I still like it.

On another note, I just signed into my Flickr account and it shows a couple of my photos, some photos from my contacts, and then a couple new photos from everyone on Flickr. Why is there hard core porn in that last category? EW. I don't think that thing's gonna fit ANYWHERE.

You can't just surprise people with porn. It's not right. You need to be mentally prepared for it. At least I do. I don't wanna sign in and be immediately greeted with a demon penis. NO. I need some warning. You gotta ease into it. Such things cannot be rushed. I'm not really sure that applies to boys though. Sometimes I feel like they just sit around bored, and they just up and decide to pop Good Will Cunting into the DVD player. No preamble necessary. But then, boys are gross. I do not think they are a good standard of measurement for the human race. In any case, my point is this: surprise porn is bad porn.

SRT #68

Yesterday had a couple of random encounters.

1. In the morning, a blind guy ran into me. When I turned around ready to lash out, his blindness was apparent, and I was forced to hold in my rage. And he apologized. Jerk. How DARE he steal my moment to unleash some annoyance!

2 In the afternoon after work, a gay dude (in a cowboy hat and who seemed a little drunk already) asks me what direction Dupont Circle is. What kind of gay in DC doesn't know that? You would think he's from out of town, but a conversation ensued where he complained about his apartment being under construction and he was running away from the noise, so he's definitely from around here. This degenerated into how much work sucks and only alcohol and a strip club could comfort him. I declined his offer to come hang out at this mythical strip club. I had important tasks to put off and ignore until the last minute.


Very random.

SRT #67

Why is it that no matter what direction I am walking, the wind always blows in the direction most inconvenient to my hair? It's quite the mystery.

Also, if I was into skating, I would totally ignore all other expenses and get this.

Catherine = Fraidy Cat

I just bought Resident Evil 4.

I am kinda scared to play it right now (9.46PM). I think I will wait until tomorrow. During the day. With all the lights on.