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You know what's really fun? Trying to recap America's Next Top Model at 11:30 pm with a little bit of Tequila in you. Janice is a hoot when you're slightly buzzing.
Also weird? Trying to semi-watch anything on Dale Junior while half asleep. Junior doesn't put me to sleep well. He makes me giggle and drool and lust. Damn it. Even with fugly facial hair he's adorable (I learned a good trick though - stare at his eyes).
I finally broke down and watched some of the VH1 Dale special that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plum_evil sent me, and I'm in love. (I'm still trying to remember why I was holding off until school work was done - this is much better than school.) Dale loves to box. Dale has an Elvis room. Dale has fans whose wives make their husbands be Dale Junior when the lights are out.
Did find out last night when I showed up for class that my Crisis Intervention online course isn't just kicking my butt. It's kicking the entire class's butt. I'm officially complaining at the end of the week. This is my incentive to get lots of school work done. I have to be caught up to complain to Neil. Half the class has actually given up though. That sucks.
I keep getting bombarded with "your hair is so fabulous!" My mother adores it. I'm officially only talking to my coworker about my hair, because she's the only one who seems to understand (that has seen me in person) exactly why I'm upset.
And it's not fading. Used the strong shampoo, and it's not fading.
My mother is officially driving me nuts. She's turned into the over-scheduled control freak that I thought was exclusive to my uncle.lexualhealing? Guess what. My mother has us scheduled for the entire trip to Atlanta. Thursday night? I have to go with her and network. Never mind that I suck at networking, and she hates it. And Friday night, oh hell, I have to go to a workshop. On a Friday night! In Atlanta! Where we've never been before! And they may or may not give me dinner. Great. I'm going to spend a total of 11 hours or so in a car in a three day period and all my non-car time will be spent being bored to tears by information about educational supplies.
I'm plotting my revenge. Part I has already been undertaken. I managed to weasle out of going to my sister's beauty pageant in May (hey, I can't take three Saturdays in a row off from the store), but I volunteered mom to go in my stead. Hee. Mom told me I was evil. I told her I learned from the best.
Also weird? Trying to semi-watch anything on Dale Junior while half asleep. Junior doesn't put me to sleep well. He makes me giggle and drool and lust. Damn it. Even with fugly facial hair he's adorable (I learned a good trick though - stare at his eyes).
I finally broke down and watched some of the VH1 Dale special that
plum_evil sent me, and I'm in love. (I'm still trying to remember why I was holding off until school work was done - this is much better than school.) Dale loves to box. Dale has an Elvis room. Dale has fans whose wives make their husbands be Dale Junior when the lights are out.Did find out last night when I showed up for class that my Crisis Intervention online course isn't just kicking my butt. It's kicking the entire class's butt. I'm officially complaining at the end of the week. This is my incentive to get lots of school work done. I have to be caught up to complain to Neil. Half the class has actually given up though. That sucks.
I keep getting bombarded with "your hair is so fabulous!" My mother adores it. I'm officially only talking to my coworker about my hair, because she's the only one who seems to understand (that has seen me in person) exactly why I'm upset.
And it's not fading. Used the strong shampoo, and it's not fading.
My mother is officially driving me nuts. She's turned into the over-scheduled control freak that I thought was exclusive to my uncle.
lexualhealing? Guess what. My mother has us scheduled for the entire trip to Atlanta. Thursday night? I have to go with her and network. Never mind that I suck at networking, and she hates it. And Friday night, oh hell, I have to go to a workshop. On a Friday night! In Atlanta! Where we've never been before! And they may or may not give me dinner. Great. I'm going to spend a total of 11 hours or so in a car in a three day period and all my non-car time will be spent being bored to tears by information about educational supplies. I'm plotting my revenge. Part I has already been undertaken. I managed to weasle out of going to my sister's beauty pageant in May (hey, I can't take three Saturdays in a row off from the store), but I volunteered mom to go in my stead. Hee. Mom told me I was evil. I told her I learned from the best.