It's ranting time.

Also, I'm on vicodin (YAY tearing my throat apart!) and it took my 3 tries to type the word "also". ...And another two.

So here's the deal.

If you have to write every-single-goddamn-facebook-status about your relationship: you're trying too hard.

You want attention.

"You're SOOOOOOOOOOO in LURRRRRRRVEEEEEEEEEEEE."

Eff that.

You're an attention whore.  It's annoying.  I don't want to hear anymore about what is supposed to be private.  You're not "with the cutest boy everrrrrrr!"

Pah-lease.  I don't think anyone in my friends list is winning beauty contests around the world.  Not that they should be, but whole creeper albums of you and what's-his-name is rather annoying.

Not that I don't get the warm-fuzzies (4 tries) for my boyfriend. I do.  He's awesome.  However, I don't need to post friggen' essays on facebook about it.

People already know.

It's been almost 5 years.

But what's better is if people don't CHOOSE to know, and CHOOSE to ask me about it: you really aren't aware (3 tries) of my relationship status.

You don't know the nice things (2 tries) Don does for me.  That doesn't mean I can't be happy for them.  You know, WITHOUT TELLING THE ENTIRE WORLD.

Gah.  Trying to type.  It's so nice outside. Can't I go out there?  I think I rant (I automatically tried to type RENT) better outside.

Meh.

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyys.

I get that whole "I'm in love and it's new and I want to shout it off the rooftops and I can't control myself" feeling.

I really do.

What I don't get, is why you don't friggen' control it because it annoys the rest of the world.

You know why there aren't more people standing on top of roofs yelling about LOVEEEEEE?

Because they understand how fricken' annoying it is.  SO annoying.

The sad part is we don't even need rooftops anymore.
.......Enter facebook.

Dear friggen god.  I have deleted people because they will go on and on in a status (think- multiple paragraphs).  It's terrible to start.

.......................As if that's not enough, they start commenting on their own status. With more paragraphs of mush and overly graphic descriptions of feelings.

It's like they are building a manifesto. My god.  I love my boyfriend, I do- but I tell HIM that.  Not everyone. In paragraph form.  On a social networking site.

Because let's face it.  NONE of our relationships are going to be made into the next Nicholas Sparks' movie.

Not even if you write enough for the next Nicholas Sparks' novel.
So stop it.
Now.
You're obnoxious (5 tries).

You know what?  I bet you're about as in love as these two:

"I know what you are."
"Say it!"
"SAY IT OUT LOUD!"
"Overly-disclosing attention whore!"

Not that I should be that bitch that judges other people's relationships.  Wow I feel bad. I'm a jerk.

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Wait, no I don't... because I WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO JUDGE IF YOU WOULD JUST SHUT UP.

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You know, I think this may have to do with my hate for tiny facebook hearts.  I think this is a big psychological issue for me.  Damn little hearts.

YOU DON'T MEAN LOVE! You don't- little hearts!

Anyway.  If no one is commenting with congratulations on your new relationship or they are finally glad to see you happy (read: you've been on the relationship merry go round and you didn't exactly stay on the same horse the whole time): you need to stop posting. Facebook has made everyone have shorter attention spans and no one cares about the amount of friggen flowers you got today except for you.

You think the other girls are jealous? Try again.  They all smell desperation.  We're bitches like dogs.  We smell fear (and desperation, that too).

So stop having the female version of a pissing contest (that no one is really participating in) and get yourself together.

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I'd just like to take the time to note that this does NOT apply for those girls with significant others in the hospital, fighting disease or other major hardship, or deployed in the armed forces or oversees.

If you're posting about that, you want support, not frivolous attention. And I get that.  This whole rant is not about you girls.

BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD EVERYONE ELSE STOP IT!

Awkward Mouth-Breathing.

It's just great.  Wonderful.

Apparently I have a sinus infection.  It's what I thought was a cold until around day 10 or so of epic grossness. My mom enjoyed yelling "I TOLD YOU SO" through the phone.

I was the one nice enough to call her and tell her she was right.   So yeah.  You should be nicer about it Mom.

So it would be all well and good if I wasn't in a play this weekend.  Where I didn't have to sing.  Where I didn't  have to belt out a high note halfway through, or just belt in general.  Where I didn't have to look alive and act like I'm not a snotty mess.

But hey, I am.

So after being miserable for over a week I finally went to the doctor and got some antibiotics.  Friggen' horse pills.  They're like the size of my eyes.

....I don't have very big eyes.

But the point is they are painful to swallow when it already hurts to swallow.

At least they work.

Despite my sinus infection, I've found ways to have fun this week.  Trips to Wal-Mart are essential when putting on a play, and I had to make a stop for antibiotics and tights.

As I had just picked up my friend NICK, he was with me.  Apparently he has a thing for claw machines.  I never got into that personally.  I don't like to watch things eat my money and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, taunt me with toys that I cannot have because I have no skill.

But NICK does.  He won a bunny.  Which I claimed.  And we named "Roger" after his character in the play.

Roger, Joanne, and Bunny-Roger

Bunny Roger sings RENT songs in an annoying high pitched bunny voice.

"One songggggggggg, GLORYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

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"You'reeeeeeeeeee EYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

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"You're living in AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

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Not Bad.

RENT is tomorrow and I had to make a bright outfit for La Vie Boheme.  Thanks for the new shirt Mom, because.....

I'm wearing it for La Vie Boheme.

EVERYONE SHOULD GO TO RENT TOMORROW OR SUNDAY IN DANIEL'S HALL AT 7

That's all folks.

I'm sitting in the library...again.

So.... funny pictures in my downloads folder:

I love the Weasley twins, you can't have them.

Get it? I died laughing.

.....Sorry Don.

I Llove this picture!

Every beagle to ever exist ever.

I found a whole bunch of tumblr and other pages dedicated to RENT and my character...Joanne.

...but it would be in your best interest to "take me".

Can I put GIFs on my blog? I'm about to find out...

OMG I CAN.

I love my character.

We all know who wears the pants here.

The TANGO MAUREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!

You're joking...right?

I'm going to crack one day and break out in song...

Because as I'm listening to RENT I'm resisting the urge to jump up on the table and scream at "my Maureen".

You may already know I'm playing Joanne.

However, I look a little different than that.

I'm not even listening to one of my songs right now and I'm grooving in my seat.  In the library.  I don't think anyone can see me.

I'm listening to "Today 4 U"

And loving it.

But you know my favorite song?  "Take Me or Leave Me".  Because it's kinda true.  And there's nothing more self affirming then getting in someone else's face and being like:

"Bitch.  I am awesome: get with it or get over it."

Those are not the lines.  But close enough:

"It wont work!

I look before I leap

I love margins and discipline

I make lists in my sleep

Baby what's my sin?

Never quit - I follow through

I hate mess - but I love you

What to do

With my impromptu baby

So be wise

'cuz This girl satisfies

You've got a prize, that don't compromise

You're one lucky baby

Take me for what I am"

WHO I WAS MEANT TO BE!

My closed-off, bitchy, introverted, know-it-all, sarcastic, bookish, and crazy self.  Sometimes I'm brash, offensive, and inconsiderate.  Other times I'll be the best listener you've ever met.  It's all one person.

So take me BABY,  or leave me.

It's been a month.

Maybe my life was interesting in that month.  Not so much.  One or two things.  But overall?  Meh.  My life is as it's always been, with a few curve-balls thrown in.

"You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness".  Hmm.  Funny lyrics on my Pandora.

Anyway.

I'm still a typical college student.  I still do stupid things and way too much homework (not enough sleep).

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Anyway.

I'm officially graduating my Associate's Degree in Animal Care in May.  Should be exciting right?

All I can think about is that I won't be a double major anymore.  I've always been a double major.  I'll be...just a Criminal Justice major.

That's it.

Nothing else.

The concept is weird and foreign to me.  If I had space in my schedule I'm pretty sure I'd take up a minor just to make myself feel better about losing my other major.  I'm that special kind of insane I guess.

Well.  I guess I'm not losing it.  I'm getting a degree.  That's a little different.

Part of me knows that I should be super pumped.  I'm sure I will be...later.

But right now?  I'm indulging in my special brand of insane.

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Maybe my parents realized my dilemma because over spring break...they got me a car.

More specifically, a truck.

More specifically then that, a teal green Ford Ranger with scratches in the ceiling from the previous owner's two pit bulls.

This one, specifically.

I'm pretty sure I just had a constant stream of....

Lots of profanity.  

"NO EFFING WAY!   NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!    NO EFFING WAY!"

That went on for a good ten minutes before I actually got in the car and drove it.  My mom only got irritated with my language around 5 minutes in to my really unimaginative rant.  

I mean really.  "No f*****g way!"?

I guess you could say I was caught a little off guard.  I was practically skipping around the house.  My rabbit disapproved greatly of my boisterousness...

...boisterousness is a great word.

...Anyway.  He glared at me until I gave him a yogurt drop and nose rubs.  Which clearly, in his opinion, should have taken precedence over the presence of a new-to-me car. 

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What else has happened?  I'm gonna be a RA again.  In Lane.  Again.  Which is what I wanted.  If you don't remember...

THIS is my room.  Would you want to leave?

I'm pretty sure I have to move all of my stuff OUT, and then back IN though.  

Which sucks.

A lot.

I have A LOT of stuff.

Which is all distributed haphazardly around my room.

I need to clean.

Later people.