I, being the awesome and helpful sister that I am, agreed to watch my brother's kids today, so his wife didn't have to drop another shift because the baby has chicken pox. I get there, and they say, "well, it'll probably be a little later when we get home today," and I say, "okay, just remember I have to get home and actually do my homework, and I promised a friend I would help her with hers," and they said, "Okay, we should be back by around 3 or 3:30."

The girls decided to take turns crying all day. The still-pretty-much-a-baby felt the need, throughout the day, to randomly walk up and step on her sister. They showed up after 5:30.

Now, now, my homework is being problematic.

I mean, whatever, Programming is far less scary than I had anticipated. But it makes it very difficult to complete the assignment when the professor has managed to not actually give me access to two parts of it. I mean, I'm good. I'm not a fucking psychic.

And my throat hurts. :(



Also, I'll be honest here, all I really want to think about this the idea of a movie with Tom Hardy an Arthur/Eames AU where Eames is a gangster trying to make right, with a daughter (their relationship, I believe would be along the lines of Tom and his sister in (500) days of Summer) who tries to direct his love life while he tries to direct her through math homework. Arthur is the teacher who corrects the mistakes Eames makes on her papers before she turns them in, and bitches at Eames for showing up to parent/teacher conferences with a black eye, and counsels her through being smarter than everyone around her while trying to pretend he doesn't show up to soccer games just for her because that would be ridiculous, and potentially creepy. Then Eames falls in love and wears cardigans and fails to learn to braid and makes funny shaped pancakes for both of them.

::hands:: I didn't say it was sophisticated, this thing I want.

UGH.

Ok. I just deleted a very tl;dr post about how angry close-mindedness, social and gender hangups upset me. But since it was tl;dr, and consisted mostly with me saying "fuck" a lot, in a lot of various forms, I've decided to sum up for you the post I was going to make instead:

For the love of christ, let people be who they are. Let children be who they are. The only thing a person can be forced into being is the same caricature of normal that everyone else in the world tries to be. Blahblah cookie-cutter bullshit. Stories about soul-searching, about journeys, about ultimately finding who you are as a person; those stories are popular because people are searching for who they are and where/how they fit. When someone knows that answer, then I applaud them. Individuality should be embraced--more than that, it should be celebrated.

One day, I want to live in a world where who you are is who you are, and everyone accepts that or kindly shuts the actual fuck up.


How a fun song, to combat the rage: Butch Walker - She Likes Hair Bands. This entire album is amazing. <3

I was going to do a post about how much I am vetoing February. Seriously, the entire month. I'm voting it off the calendar. The petition will be coming around shortly. But, honestly, I can't imagine you all 1) aren't tired of it, and 2) don't agree.

I decided to spend the time saying something out of character instead.

The thing is, sometimes, I look up and realize that I'm surrounded by people I care about, who actually give a shit about me in return. And if that's the case, well, it can't be all bad, right? So, life sucks. But today I'm choosing to be grateful to the people who hold my hand when I need someone beside me, and lend me a shoulder when I need to cry, and stay on the line when I need to rant, and who make me laugh when I'm crying. All the people who make the shitty times less shitty and the amazing times more fun: I love you. Thank you.

To return to regularly scheduled programming:

I am not even a little bit alright with how hot (like burning. like fiery, fiery burning) I find Jude Law in the Repo Men Trailer.

( Here, for your viewing pleasure )

I mean, honestly. ::hands::

::coughs::

So my Dad, who I, uh, it would be a stretch to say I've spent 30 minutes with in the past, oh, 18 years, just called me. And invited me to dinner.

WTF?

Our system of ignoring each other was totally working for me!

(Ok, so it may've been prompted by me saying to his new wife, who I work with, "well, even though you all didn't bother to tell us that you got married...")

But I couldn't say no before then I can't take the moral high ground of, well, you know, he didn't put forth the effort. omgwtf.

I mean, we haven't actually spoken to each other since last Christmas, the time before that was my brother's graduation (after my uncle told him to stop being an ass and to go say hello to me. wtf?) and the time before that was at homecoming or something, like, three days before I turned 21, and he didn't say a word to me except "nice to see you again" as he was walking away.

I don't even know what to saaaay. Ugh. WTF.

/o\

1) I am moved! (Not just again, but again.)
2) I am not unpacked. :(
3) Have a totally awesome haircut!
4) But can't take a decent picture to save my life.
5) Have totally cute new tattoo!
6) But repeat number 4.
7) I didn't get the new job I want.
8) The final 5 are all less qualified than I am.
9) Life sucks!
10) Can I have a do over?

Ahahahaha And the world continues to be against me.

So, like, remember how I have to move out of the house I just moved in to?

Yeah, I found out today that instead of the 30th, which they'd said originally, I have to be out by the 19.

/o\

So, so, so much strike.



In a couple of weeks, when I'm way less stressed and tempted to axe murder people and actually have, (hopefully) a place of my own again, I am totally going to do a big stupid recs post. or, maybe not that big. Whatever.

A lot of it is probably gonna be "Cash/Singer OTP!" or "OMG SPENCER SMITH HOW SO HOT?!" or "I FUCKED YOUR MOOOOM".

Because I'm just fly like that.