Never fails to make me smile

Lisa: You don't have to help me with this, Dad.

Homer: Oh, sure I do. I always believe in helping a little guy. And
                you're the littlest guy I know.

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Lisa: Miss Hoover didn't believe me. She called me a PC thug!
 
 Homer:  "I've been called a greasy thug, too, and it never stops hurting.  
So here's what we do. We grease ourselves up real good, and smash up that place with a baseball bat!"
     

The Simpsons - Season 7, Episode 16: Lisa the Iconoclast

My existences without The Simpsons would be so mundane. I mean it still is but it never fails to make me smile.

Failure is a fact of myth?

Intelligence is all you can have sometimes and when that fails you...then what?

Admitting to failure is the hardest thing in the world. I think I would be willing to lie instead of admitting to my short comings. 

Failure can be a fact, openly admitting to one's shortcomings is fiction. 

Return of Sopranos

 

My drive from college to home, home to college is about 30 minutes. So I need my tunes, when I'm speeding through traffic I've recently taken to listening to the theme song from "The Sopranos." It makes me feel so cool. I dare you to turn this song up all the way and drive. It makes me feel so damn awesome! Cruise down the street with this song playing, do it!

Final solution? NOT!

  Things got ugly with my brother, again. I don't know if boys go through this age and get over it after some time. He actually was ready to attack my dad today. His behavior is has having a very bad effect on my younger brother, Jeremy. The younger one doesn't like confrontation and he actually gets this strange look on his face every time my brother and dad start their confrontation. I found out from by friend, Victoria's sister that Orson was actually choking Jeremy on the stairs. She pulled them apart and threatened to call the police. This was a few months ago and I confronted Jeremy. I asked why he didn't tell us and he tried denying the whole thing. Finally I explained what would happen if the police were called and only then did he reluctantly tell me. 

  I've told my parents of this and the only solution that's coming up is to kick him out. A very big part of me is glad but also I'm scared that he'll fall into a bad crowd (even worse than the one he's hanging out with). Apart of me will be glad to see the back of him, I hate that his drama is having a negative affect on another child. I'm especially protective about my younger siblings, my sister can take care of herself but Jeremy he will put up with all sorts of things to keep peace around him. Orson has always been jealous of him and I know he bullies him and tries to intimidate him by size and strength. When that happens something really ugly comes out in me, it surprises even me.  

   Throwing your child out in my culture is foreign. Parents never do, when you turn eighteen its just another age. If this ever happens my brother would be the first boy to be kicked out in our whole family, ever.

   

mystic cryptic

Mystic Cryptic Lipstick strip trick

                                                                 

Mystic Lipstick cryptic TRICK trick

What am I thinking?

  Last night I had the strangest dream. I usually have weird dreams, that make no sense at all. You know, with a cheese moon, geese singing the opera and little kids wearing colored contact lenses, the usual. This dream seemed so real, every now and then I get a realistic dream that leaves me some sort of real emotion even after I become conscious.  
  
  Last night's dream was like that, it left me with a twinge of sadness. I was in a  warm yellow, glowing kitchen and I was holding a baby close to my heart. There was a man cooking or frying something on the stove. It was a perfect serene sense of atmosphere in this scene. I know the baby was mine, my heart felt full of love. The man near the stove was my partner, I'm positive because the whole scene seemed so natural and meant to be. There was a comfortable silence and I stood near him with baby. That's all, nothing more or nothing less.  I've seen that man before, I rarely forget a face - he's just a person I saw a few years ago - basically a nobody. Then I woke up to my Russian, former communist neighbor screaming at his wife - he starts at 6 am every weekend. I just remember feeling suddenly cold and sad. 

  If I read my dream description anywhere I would label it as sneer worthy and dismiss it. I don't long for things like that nor do I really want that kitchen scene. It just fired up a different emotion in me and left a sense of yearning in its wake.

   My mom is not someone I would ever talk to about that, but she would say my biological clock wants me to half a baby and she might actually be right. My friend, Tara was over today and we discussed it and she thinks I need to find my soul mate instead of mocking the theory. 
  
  My take on soul mates is...well, how should I put it intellectually - Balderdash! That theory is drag version of Disney productions. In life you  might encounter someone worthwhile or you might never.

   Yet I'll let you in on my favorite theory, I read it when I was 16 and I've been in its thrall since then. Except I would never let anyone know that I'm captivated by this version. In "The Symposium" by the philosopher Plato, he created the possibility of the existence of soul mates. His take was that the gods created humans with four arms, four legs, two faces and only one soul. Zeus was threatened by the power of that one soul and decided to split it in half, hence damming us to spend our lives trying to find the other half of ourselves. Basically, we spend all our lives try to find the other half of our soul. This theory made me actually feel dreamy, I like it but I would never become enslaved to that idea. 

 Then again, Plato was also talking about androgynous existence in that theory, so I don't know where he was coming or going with that. 

New rules - FOLLOW THEM DAMN IT!

21. Don't walk so fast - you're always panting when you reach your destination - only dogs pant!

22. Don't correct the teacher - no matter how pompous and dumb they are - that is was the reason your GPA fell lower. I was supposed to get an A+ in my business class last semester, why didn't I get it? - because the teacher didn't like anyone opposing his opinion. You're thoughts aren't as important as your GPA or future.

drama - break up

  My friend, Tara, just broke up with her boyfriend a couple of days ago. They've been in relationship for the past two years and he didn't want to commit to her. He leads her on right up til the engagement and then flees. This is the second time he's done this, he gets the families involved and runs away. Literally and figuratively, that rat bastard runs away. I really don't like that guy that he makes my skin crawl. There is nothing redeemable about him; he doesn't look good, he doesn't smell good,  he cheats on her all the time, he's rude to her and he doesn't like to work. I make sure I mention this to her every time I talk about him to Tara. Actually she never misses a chance to bad mouth him, but she would never leave because she lurvves him. 

  Tara is my oldest friends, we're the same age but we're completely different in every way. When she was a toddler her living room television fell on her and glass went into her eye. From that time her dad has spoiled and has given her everything she ever wanted. Basically she's a spoiled brat, she feels entitled but she has always been there for me. All that boils down to why would she let that loser humiliate her and then take him back? 

 This time she says she is never going to take him back. I've  brainwashed her in the past few weeks because he was ignoring  and fighting with her.  I've regularly pointed out his shortcomings again - literally and figuratively (hehe). They broke up over the weekend, he wanted to be the one to call it off - so he wouldn't let her break up with him.  When he told her repeatedly and loudly that he didn't like being with, she slapped him right in the face. I was so proud of her.  Good riddance, I hope she stays away from him. 

My math teacher

  I actually like history, I love to read about the past. It's utterly fascinating, but I have the most boring history teacher ever. He's a drone and a bore, he talks to floor and goes on and on about things I actually like. His voice is soft, inaudible and he makes something I love such a drag. Three hours every Tuesday, three hours I have to sit in a chair and try not to fall asleep. I was looking forward to that class, now I have all my hopes on the anthropology class for tonight. 

 My dad was actually a math professor briefly in Pepperdine University in early 2000 - some year can't recall. He's been a professional software engineer and has worked in every major tech company for the past 25 years. I, his daughter, become very confused when I see numbers. So I had to start at the bottom of bottom math classes offered at community college. So far - I like my math professor, he looks like a troll - a very cute troll.  I drew him during history class and then my brother improvised by giving the troll a line up and earrings - put it up later. 

Dear...

Dear Monday,

Please be Sunday, again! In fact I would appreciate it if you didn't show up at all! I truly have no love for you, Tuesday or Wednesday!

Sincerely,

Bad DAY