Nerd Alert!

Because I am a nerd, obsessed with this show, and will be talking more and more about pop and fan culture throughout the last year (!!!) of my college education, I will now be blogging about LOST throughout the season (and then some).

I just started it, so right now it's a recap/talkback of the premiere - I'll update on tonight's episode on Friday probably. I plan on doing research and analysis into the fandom and producer reactions later on.

So yeah, if you like Lost, and you like me, perhaps you will enjoy Lost Shmlost.



Bad shoes. Attractive boy.

UGH! Six hour headache!

Seriously - my head's been hurting for 6 hours. I'm blaming a lack of caffeine. I finally went to Whataburger and got food and a Dr. Pepper which I will then counteract with a Unisom. That's not the blogworthy part

I was on my way to get food, I was pretty sure I wanted Whataburger, but then a cop started following me. He was actually in the lane to my right, and then Whataburger was coming up on my right and I didn't want to accidentally cut the cop off cause I was nervous so I just kept going. I eventually got in front of him, went through a yellow light (cop still directly behind me, but whatevs, it was totally yellow), then turned right on Airport cause I thought, 'hey, I'll just go to Jack In The Box." As I turned, the cop slowed waaaay down like he was going to turn too, but then I looked back and he kept on going. Good, I thought, that would be dumb if he pulled me over for the yellow light and I'd be pissed cause my head REALLY HURTS and I'm hungry.

I decide I don't want Jack In The Box after all, so I turn to go back to Whataburger. As I pull into the drive way THE COP COMES OUT OF NOWHERE and BAM he's behind me and turns his lights on IN THE DRIVE THROUGH (I wasn't at the order board yet, though). He shines his stupid light at my car and it reflects in my side mirror and hurts my eyes (headache!) and I roll down the window. He asks for my license and registration, I say "Wait, whyyy are you here?" Apparently my registration is expired, I didn't know. He asks where I live and if I was lost. No, I was in the drive through, I'm pretty sure I intended to be there. He says "Well I saw you up on Airport a little while ago and you turned around, I thought that was very strange" - I say I was trying to decide what to eat for dinner. He asks why there's glass in my car (I'm getting irritated obviously - he's being a fuckin nosy nancy), I explain that someone broke into it. He asks if it's my car (I haven't showed him the insurance yet - that cleared that up obviously).

Favorite part. "Are you doing anything in the car I should know about?" - "What?" - "Anything illegal going on in the car I should know about?" - "What? No.. I left my house to get dinner, I'm in my pajamas, and I couldn't decide where to eat." I felt that was a simple explanation.

Anyway, he gave me a warning. Not even a written one. I think I made him feel stupid and weird for following me. I then preceded through the drive through to get some chicken strips and a Dr. Pepper. Oh, and I shit you not, the cop looked exactly like the fat cop from Super Troopers.

i hate blog titles

I think I've given myself a stomach ulcer. No, I'm not kidding or over exaggerating. Every time I eat I feel terribly nauseous (that has always been the hardest word for me to spell) and my stomach starts burning (between the breastbone and the navel - yes I looked that up on webmd) and I get all pukey. Drinking increases this problem. Apparently smoking does too. And so does stress (which has been aplenty).

I'm going to the doctor as soon as I register for classes (because I will do that now that I am OFFICIALLY AN RTF MAJOR!!! That's the first time I got excited about it - even in typing form) so that the doctor is free and that I don't have to break out my new health insurance yet (because I finally grew up and bought some).

I still feel terrible about Casey. Better than earlier though. I think I made the right decision on that. I think. I hope so. Bleh.

stoney update

EDIT: I wrote a buncha bullshit here - fuhgetabboutit

and then I broke up with Casey. Cause I'm a bitch. And now I feel like shit. uuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

My cats are nice

Have you ever written a letter/email/facebook message to someone without the intention of sending it? Its very therapeutic. Except you don't really get any feedback. It helps to lay those things out though. To organize them even into words clarifies things. The question now though, is do I send it?

Bleh - this week has made me very nervous. Right now my chest feels heavy and my stomach hurts. I can't tell if its anxiety or gas. Or anxiety-caused gas. Or heartburn (which is also a result of gas I believe). I'm obsessively checking my email just waiting to hear if the UT school of communications will accept me or reject me. If they accept me, I have no choice but to work my ass off for the next year and graduate. No, I don't really have the time or desire to take 12-15 hours of classes for two semesters and a summer, but I've fought long and hard to get into that department and if they give me the chance, I'm gonna take it. If they don't though, then I feel like an asshole. I hate school, I really do. I don't want to go anymore. But I don't really like the stigma of being a "college dropout." I've never been one to care about stigmas or what other people think of my actions, but I'm just worried I'll be judged later on down the line (not in a death sense - I don't believe in that bullllshit). If I were to ever be denied something strictly on the basis that I didn't finish college - UGH - that would really piss me off. Mainly because I still stand by that there are far more important things than GPA and classes that you took, but still, for someone to set up that barrier for me? That's mean. And unfair. To think that someone like John Bradley (hypothetical real person) could get a position over me because he finished the RTF program and I didn't? Ridiculous! Even personality should get you farther than that - and not to sound pretentious - but I've got that guy beat a million fold.

I wish they would just email me already.