Apparently, not eating for most of the next day after throwing up (half of) the night before is not a way to keep stomach from feeling all queasy and yucky. >.

I feel like crap. >.< As in physically ill.

Oh shit

The event is black tie. Darn you, life. Darn you!

To Twilight saga fans out there, don't read unless you want to hear someone rant about the newest movie. Don't expect something constructive or reasonable simply because I'm sort of irritated.

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So I went to watch New Moon out of consideration because roommie and her boyfriend (who's also my close friend from college) wanted to take his mom to watch it (she likes vampires themed things). I refused to pay any money to watch the first one*--and with good reason--but I gave this one a second chance since the quality seemed slightly better. and the fact that I didn't want to sound impolite by refusing to watch a movie my friend's mom wanted to watch.

Anyway. The interaction between the two main characters was a pain to watch. Apparently, they're as awkward and painful in the book too, but Lord. A kiss shouldn't look as if she's squeezing one of your nuts, or as if he's pulling at your hair, hard. Also, the dialogue, the dialogue! It was.So.Bad. I wanted to shoot myself. First part of the movie was also very slow, so for someone who was already watching it not by choice, it was as if someone was screeching next to my ears during one full hour non-stop.

And speaking of screeching. The fans. OMFG. I think I could tolerate this franchise a bit more if it weren't for certain fans. Apparently, "please shut up" equals "please continue squealing and screeching like a banshee in heat." And for Pete's sake, these people are actors. They're not effing Edward or Bella or Jacob or whatever!

But to be fair, there were some cool things... like the action/fighting scenes. Actually, if the movie was 95% pure fighting between vampires and werewolves, I would be happy to watch it again--for free, though. 4% should be the credits... to the musicians. The soundtrack was actually good. And the 1% left should be watching the vampires sparkle in the sun. A movie needs humor after all.

In overall, would I watch it again? Hell NO. Would I watch the next one? Only if it's free and I need entertainment that doesn't require any brain activity... Oh! And if there are more action scenes.

I have to say though, I can see why some of those teeny-booperish girls are in love with the series. The theme is your typical teenage girly dream and the movies are just like bringing those ridiculous fantasies into real life. Nevertheless, I feel cheated. It's like cheap candy you can easily get when you don't have enough money to afford good or decent ones. Stupid replacements...



*I did so with a bunch of friends after finishing finals. We just wanted something funny that didn't require any kind of thinking.

Woke up with a slight headache.

Bus was running a bit late.

Bus got into an accident. Some woman wasn't paying attention and made the wrong turn. Three were injured, apparently. One of them had to be taken with a stretcher.

Headache continued during the afternoon and it just stopped.

Running out of sleep.

Subway was late because there was an incident at some stations.

In other words...

Agh

Nothing against Taylor Swift. She's sweet and props to her for "making" country music more appealing to teens, but...

Her live singing is horrendous. I won't say that even I can sing better than her because I don't. Talented (writing her own songs and tunes) she may be, but not when it comes to singing. *cringes*

Watch below for "proof:"

She sings like a bird when mornings are still, waiting for the crisp wind to whistle close to her ears.

She sits like a rock when the fury of many mountains threaten to take her away from her beloved nest. She waits immobile and only the shine of her eyes, bright jewels of multicolors, give away the soul rummaging behind close steel doors.

She burns like fire when the frozen ground attempts to block her path toward sunlight. Ice melts and snowflakes dissipate, leaving behind white and watery ash that cannot be blown away--only wet stains remain underneath slim feet and yet, they will dry soon.

She hates and loves, and loves and hates like a goddess who can control everything beneath and above her self.

Yet she's human and fragile and cries like an infant because even though she can fly like the wind and shine like the sun, she's also another wave that could break as she gets closer to the shore...

But she lives... and maybe, that's enough.

Dear writer (at this point, yours truly doesn't care about your age. If you're old enough to read and write, then you should also be old enough to at least use the darn spelling check in Word--or whatever software),

Please, if you don't know how a word is spelled, use a dictionary or if you're too lazy, simply activate spelling check. Granted, people make mistakes when writing. Yours truly does too. But seriously. Her eyes are bleeding. And no, "urban dictionary" is not an appropriate source.

Which leads your aggravated whiner to a second point. Colloquialisms and jargon can be alright in some cases. Not in every.single.page.and.line. It's painful and makes said whiner want to send you back to first grade. To learn to write. Appropriately. And in full sentences.

Yours,
Your overworked reader that likes to punish herself by reading/skimming pieces from "authors" who fall under the aforementioned category (ies).

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your music library/ipod/itunes/MP3 Player.
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that's playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.


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The last three days have been days of epic fail.

My mac just dropped on the floor (my fault, entirely, which why is I'm so mad at myself). It still functions normally; however, whenever I turn it on or re-start it (which would imply turning it on, bleh), the noise it makes when that's done is extended. It freaks me out because now, more than ever, I don't have the money for any expensive repairs or replacements in case one is needed.

I hate my life.

Computer crashed half hour after I got to work. Kaboom. Bye. Adios. Au revoir. Sayonara. -_-

Consequently, I went to use the other intern's computer. It worked. For 45 mins. After that, the file I needed wouldn't open.

So I switched, yet again, to my neighbor's computer--who was out sick today. However, he was running too many programs and files that I didn't want to mess up. As a result, I wasn't able to log in. So I decided to suck it up and work in his network. Didn't work. None of my files would save.

Next "victim," the person who actually manages the entire office's computers. She was working from home. I got a surprise: of all computers, who would have thought that I *still* wouldn't be able to pull the darn file I needed?

Finally, three hours later, frustrated and annoyed, I called the office's administrator and asked him if I could use one of the program officers' computer. She's away at the moment for a program. So, with her password and all, I was finally able to do anything.

Five darn computers. My whole morning. Decent afternoon.

Today, I dislike you, world.*


*I'm feeling like shit too, to boot.

Long long day at the office...

I'm dead tired/exhausted. I can't even think straight now...

UM is playing Delaware now... I don't care about it now. After last week's loss, we're done as far as I'm concerned.

Oklahoma is tied with Texas now. We'll see how that unfolds, or continues unfolding.

Surprise of the day? Purdue is BEATING Ohio State... *wait till I gain my breath after lmao*

Sucks that they're only showing it in BTN--which I don't have. But yeah... oh OSU, how the mighty have fallen. :P

ETA: Apparently, since OSU has lost so horribly, we may have a small chance. Just a small one.

So apparently, one of my best friend's girlfriend might still *hate* me. Funnily enough, my best friend's brother tells me that he actually dislikes her.

Without trying to be mean, thank goodness he said that because I was feeling like a biatch for thinking so. I met this girl like three years ago and unlike any other friend best friend introduced to me, she was kind of mean and sort of needed to get over herself. While I understand that having a boyfriend whose best friend is a girl can be unsettling, I think I made it more than clear that I wasn't interested in that way. He's like my older brother. Nothing else.

Besides, what do you want me to do if we have been friends for over a decade? In any case, I really want to know why best friend's brother is annoyed by her. He wasn't able to tell me because we were both talking in the phone when we were just finishing our lunch break at work (respectively). Maybe next time. Another thing he told me is that he really wants me to visit. XD That's sweet. I haven't seen them for a while now and I suppose I could hop in a bus and go to where they are for a weekend.

Bleh. We'll see.

Nevertheless, why are friends' girlfriends so complicated? It's not my fault their boyfriends and I grew up together and have stayed close friends for so many years. -_-

This had me laughing so hard I was crying.

Beware of foul language.

I hate applying to things. I feel that a simple piece of paper or a 500-words essay won't necessarily represent the kind of student or worker I'll be. They provide some exaggerated and glorified versions of who or how you could be, but not who you are or what you can really do.

In any case, I'm looking at applications for schools once again. One former professor thinks I have a good chance to get admitted to some programs. Might as well try.

Also, I was rejected--yet again, no surprise--for a position in Atlanta. Oh well, you fall, you stand up, you walk again.

On a completely different note, the Empire State Building was lit yellow and red due to China's 60th anniversary. Kind of cool.

Discovered a very nice coffee/hot chocolate place, and re-confirmed my coffee taste. I dislike sugared coffee. Unless I'm having one of those seldom cravings for latte or moccha, I prefer my coffee black, thank you very much.

Oh yeah, went to Zara but couldn't find what I was looking for, which is dressing pants. Went to Ann Taylor Loft and found nice ones. However, nothing could fit me properly. Tried petites, normal size... I gave up after trying five pairs. Body, why are you so awkwardly proportioned?

Finally, friend called and in one of those moments, she asked me if there were any cute guys at work. I said no--at least, not one that I could be interested in. I'm far too busy to even look around. Besides, I can't deal with guys who want to compete in everything even if whatever we're doing is completely different. I'm working on apples and they on oranges. As my sister would say, "grow up."

OK. Done.

My roommate just told me that she got an ultimatum from her firm: one month to perform her best so she's not laid-off. I've been hearing that so much that is darn depressing. Another friend got a job--finally, and definitely lucky him given the horrible economic situation.

Anyway, we were just talking today and discussing how there's like 6 people for every one single job that becomes available. Talking to someone who does HR, she told me that there's even accountants applying for positions that require medical training. The world is really falling apart: financially, environmentally and what have you.

And going along those lines of increasing unemployment and difficult times, even if I don't have that many funds now, I had to get new shirts for job. I think my college life dress code doesn't apply to an office where everyone dresses business casual.

Money money money... it makes life easier but it also is the source of so many problems and difficulties.

Sydney's sky is red. Entrance to subway from bus terminal was closed due to suspicious package. Front of work building was filled with people drinking.

The world is falling in pieces, I think. Or not. Oh well. Just one of those days.

Shana Tova Umetukah

One of the cats decided to pee on the sofa. I'm so mad. Now he's hiding.