I really need to prioritize: 1) Relax, 2) Friends, 3) Necessary work, 4) Counseling for men hooked on past girlfriends. Unfortunately, things have been a bit backward.

Oh, and I learned to shoot a gun today. Thanks, Todd.

Am hormonal and in desperate need of a vacation!! Maybe all the free Sims money and crazy house building has turned me to greed and the urge to sit in a white and purple egg chair, spinning for fun. *Sigh*

Ooof. I dreamt last night that I was trying to be shot repeatedly and kept out of gunfire by hiding behind an office chair. Lots of uncomfortable squatting and dodging. I don't know the true implications of this dream, given that I would probably be the shooter, not the shootee, but I did wake up with hopes of a new life. Breakfast in the morning that doesn't consist of Diet Coke and a multivitamin. Work without procrastination. Dealing with stressful situations with ease and nonchalance. Exercise at the gym that is ripping me off as we speak.

Instead, I drink too much coffee in the morning with that good breakfast, have too much to do and too little time to procrastinate, give myself a stress headache, and stuff myself with Thai food at lunch. But I still have plans for the gym, by god. They can't take that away from me.

Went to see Magic Flute and expected much repetition a la Mozart. Also expected mothball smelling older women with helmet hair. Instead, I was surprised to see *ding dong*. Luckily for Munkeigh, he ended up sitting beside me so she could appear to be talking to me while staring at his perfection. Sigh. Well, the repetitive arias went on for about eternity (virtue and love, virtue and love, virtue and love, lalala), and I was fighting the urge to sleep. But there could be no snoozing with *ding dong* on my right--I would have woken up in his lap. :)

I will not pull a R****. I will not take the easy path and go back when I should prevail with the shitty dating scene. At least my experiences have taught me to take this rejection less personally. God, I hate this.

But I have a plan, money and time willing--I will start taking Taekwondo classes in the nicer younger areas of my town. I always wanted to kick ass, I need motivation to exercise, and I will be following the Alaska theory of opportunities (more guys take martial arts classes, it's good to be the only female). Calculated? Yes, thanks to my more strategic and materialistic friends. Maybe this way, I'll avoid the sailors.

Men are b**** a** m-f*****s! Their lack of respect will be sent back to them with other various body parts.

My impassioned plea for the day:

VIVE LA REVOLUTION!!!

We will not bow down to the controlling fist of the dictators who endanger our lives, ignore our protests, declare lies to the masses, and steal our minds!!!

Down with DSM! Down with lemming administrators!! Down with ignorance!!!

All is well, my pumpkin was carved, I have lots of candy leftover (mmm, reese peanut butter cups!), and have camera phone in hand. Although I feel as if the past weekend sucked the life out of me, a lot of things have been clarified:

1) I am not lame. Drunk 25-year-old single guys ignoring girls bouncing on a trampoline to play Asshole and Hero Clix are lame.
2) Teachers drink A LOT. And they spit.
3) The Williamsburgian khaki cardboard has finally left my system. I will glorify regressed fashion of kilt and weezer shirt.
4) I have successfully learned how to disguise my dislike with a smile.
5) All Pauls are little f****.

Usually, I'm not the school spirited sort, more like the "f*** the administration" type--but it is homecoming and I will travel to visit the friends I still have from my hellish college years. Hellish but fun.

My good bud is having a Halloween party/other boring people get together and is going to be wearing her typical anglosaxon wench outfit. I decided to forgo the goth girl/gargoyle costume I've been sporting for the last few days and be the punk rocker I always wanted to be. Just lacking the electric guitar (and felt very tempted to call up someone so that I could borrow his. I held back of course.) Anywho, I put on the outfit this morning to test it out, and I feel remarkably comfortable in my kilt, weezer shirt, boots, and crazy studded jewelry. Now I just need my hair in anime pigtails and pink hairspray. Kinda look like a young Japanese weezer fan. Sick, sick, sick. But fun.

Also--decided to buy camera phone. Need camera phone!!!