So I'm watching Dangerous Encounters on the National Geographic Channel... The crew from the show are in the middle of the Congo somewhere, looking for a super snake of some sort. One of the natives that's been hired to show them around and help out, I shit you not, is wearing a Gator shirt. A beautiful blue shirt with a huge image of the Florida Gator head on the front of it. How fucking awesome is that?!?

::sigh:: I miss Gainesville.

From CBS Sports Website:

President-elect Barack Obama says he still thinks there needs to be a playoff system for determining the country's college football champion.

Obama, asked what he thought about Florida's 24-14 victory Thursday night over Oklahoma in the BCS championship game, congratulated the Gators and said he'd sent a message to a friend whose son plays for the team.

At the same time, he said, "If I'm Utah, or if I'm USC or if I'm Texas, I might still have some quibbles."

Obama said, "That's why we need a playoff."

I agree with him. The thing that kills me is that a ton of people responded to this by saying things like "Obama will make Carter look great - this guy is certainly tackling the important issues while our economy is in the crapper and we lost another 500k jobs in december.....yeah real smart obama tackling the college football BCS system and the Digital TV rollout.....why anyone voted for you is a mystery....." and "WORRY ABOUT FIXING THIS AFTER OTHER PROBLEMS - Obama needs to worry about fixing the country first. We are heading the way of the Roman Empire and becoming a third world country. We are in the toilet just waiting for a flusher. Fix the country first then worry about the playoffs."

Seriously? Is it really necessary because to blast him because he took two seconds of his time to say something that is not related to the economy or the healthcare system or the war in Iraq? He can't be a normal guy for a minute and just talk football? WTF???

What do you do when you feel like your parent is about to die? Shamefully enough, I am relieved, and I am looking forward to the peace it will (hopefully) bring.

My dad was arrested in Dallas two months ago for possession of crystal meth. His charge got knocked down to possession of a controlled substance, so it was a misdemeanor instead of a felony. Whatever, he is a drug addict and it happens. But instead of it being hearsay that he is using meth, he was actually caught with it. Less than two weeks later, he was arrested in my hometown for driving with a suspended license for failure to pay child support for my brother. My mom found his mugshot and information on the county sheriff's office website. And he looks like a junkie. Even though I should not have been surprised at his apparent state of poor health, it was still a bit of a shock to see. He is 6'4" and weighs 180 pounds. Basically, he is ridiculously underweight, by about 50 pounds. His skin is kind of yellowed with red splotches, and he has very dark circles under his eyes. Logically, I knew that the downward spiral was coming.

The last spark of hope that he would give it all up has gone. I do not look for it anymore. I look for him to end up in prison, but more than that, I look for him to overdose. I expect that phone call that he is dead sometime this year. The Powers That Be could surprise me, but I do not think it will happen.

And despite the sadness of the situation, I am kind of looking forward to a world without him. It bothers me, even now, knowing that he is out there doing the things to himself that he does, and doing the things to other people that he does. I am tired of it all, and I am ready for the peace that his death would bring, not just to my life and everybody else's that has some type of emotional attachment to him, but also the idea that he could finally have some sort of peace, that he could finally stop torturing himself.

I have many wonderful, loving family members that have filled the empty space that my dad has left in my life. I even have Jon's family that has helped make me feel more loved, and like I am not missing out by not having my dad around.

I am ready for this. I think.

Apple, you ROCK!!!

I went against the grain of my deeply-Republican family and voted Democrat. w00t! Go Obama!

In other news... I am going back to school. I am sick of having a degree that does not do a goddamn thing for me. So, after thinking about for six months and weighing the pros and cons, I have decided to go back to school to get my dental hygiene degree. Because that has been my back-up plan for years and it is time to go for it.

And Jon bought me a shirt. See what my icon looks like? That is Navi from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. And I am getting a shirt that has my icon on it. Sweetness!!! I am super-stoked!!!

Lots going on. Sort of.

Could life get any better?!? Victoria's Secret now has a collegiate collection. Mainly clothes, but they do have panties. I'm totally digging this!!!

So, how awesome is it that I moved away from Florida and am now getting hit by a hurricane??? :) I'm rather excited, and thoroughly enjoying the moderate level of panic coursing through the veins of Texans. People around here are actually talking about evacuating... We're 300 hundred miles from the coast for chrissake!!! The only thing I am even considering doing is picking stuff like the computers and the video game systems up off the floor, because Texas is a great at flooding and Jon and I live on the first floor of our apartment. Other than that... Bring it on! Wind and rain, come to me!!!

Oh, and I went to the greatest party this weekend... Two guys that are in graduate school for Physics at UNT were throwing a party at their house, and Jon and I went along with a few others from Jon's behavior analysis program. Little did I know that one guy wants to become a priest, and actually invited a priest from his Catholic church to come. Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't hang out with a priest if you want to sell your soul to the devil become a man of the cloth yourself, but why would you invite him to a party with beer and booze everywhere, where your brother whom is attending is gay, where you're trying to hide the fact that you're haven't quit smoking, drinking and cursing, and where most people attending are either atheists or don't give a shit about religion? Seriously??? Come on, now. The party was fabulous just for that bit of entertainment value. However, once the priest left and the massive guy that was hocking lugees (like, doing the snorting thing, clearing his throat, then spitting a massive yellow wad of gunk) every two minutes came outside to share our space with us, the entertaining aspects of the party died. So Jon and I left. And, apparently, the party left with us, because we've heard tales of the party going waaaaaaaay south after we left. It's kinda cool to be the party killer in that sense, and not in the sense of the lugee-hocking gorilla.

::shudder:: Lugees are gross. And people should go away from the crowd of people when hocking a lugee. Write that down.

I fucking love my job.

In other news... I recently read the entire Twilight series. All four books in less than two weeks. And I loved all four of them. The books are written on a middle school level, maybe, which I am ashamed to say was what I wanted. A good story that I could get lost in and yet would not have to think too much about it. Kind of like the Harry Potter series.

And I have put it off for way too long... This weekend (which consists of three and a half days since I work half days on Fridays and I am off for Labor Day) I will finish playing Kingdom Hearts. All I have left is to beat Sephiroth in the Coliseum and then back to the End of the World. Kurt Zisa was a joke and the Phantom took all of five minutes. But Sephiroth... Goddamn. If I can ever make it through this, I will start Kingdom Hearts 2, and then Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories on my DS Lite.

But first... Watch more House Season 4 on DVD, and a nap. w00t!

::sigh:: You know, I figured that I would eventually understand porn and what draws guys people to it.

I don't. And its very existence still aggravates me.

Every once in a while, you hear a bit of news that makes you feel less shitty happy.

I hadn't talked to Claudia in ages. I think it's been two years. She was my first college roommate, and I was her's. And we got along great. She was my hoochie mama rafter (she's from Cuba) and I was her hoochie mama redneck. Anyways, she emailed me earlier. She got married in April, to this Irish guy named Tom that she's been with for about four years. Usually hearing that another person got engaged or married makes me feel a bit depressed, but this wedding announcement did not. It made me happy. And it made me sad that I wasn't there (it was just immediate family, so there were, like, eight people there, but whatever! It still would've been cool to see her get married!). I guess it makes me happy because she's really the first person that I've considered a really good friend, that has gotten married. If that makes any sense.

I started crying a little bit when I saw the wedding photos she attached to the email. She looks happier than I've ever seen her, and when my friends are happy, it makes me feel happier.

Not much going on these days...

I'm rather lonely in Texas right now, since my only friends that I had out here moved out of state. And I'm still job hunting, since I still refuse to work in food service again. Makes me feel like a bit of loser, not being able to find a job. But not bad enough to go to work in a kitchen again. To keep myself busy, I cook and bake a lot, and make and try tosell jewelry on Etsy.

Thankfully, my dad quit psycho-calling me, which makes me supremely happy. I haven't talked to him since April, since a couple of days after my birthday when he told Jon I was getting fat. I got tired of the constant lying that comes along with maintaining communication with my dad, and he was getting increasingly meaner. Hence the fat comment to Jon. Oh, and I don't appreciate trash-talking my brother and the rest of my family, giving me hot checks, or bringing people that I don't know with you to come visit me without letting me know first. And I don't like seeing my dad looking like a dirty, hungry drug addict. Which he does.

On the upside, Jon is doing well in his graduate program, which gives me some sense of peace. And Melissa is happy with her new man back in Tampa, which also contributes to my sense of peace.

Jon and I will be getting a new bed in the next couple of months. We're upgrading from a queen to a king. Super stoked about that. I'm going to start surfing the Internets (a series of tubes) for some fierce bedding sets. Okay, maybe not fierce, but definitely beautiful.

Back to watching the Project Runway marathon!

The things you learn from IMDb...

George Reeves, the original Superman, was in "Gone with the Wind", playing one of the red-headed twins that was hot for Scarlett.

Boredom abounds!!!

For the first time in a while, I am having trouble with my anger. The fucking assbags that live above me, at least one of them being a small child, have been stomping around like a pack of fucking elephants since yesterday morning. Stomping so hard that the ceiling fans and light fixtures on the ceiling in my apartment have rattled. It's fucking ridiculous, and I would love to go upstairs, pound on their door, go in and throw all of them, especially their child, out of their second-story balcony so that they will shut the fuck up. I haven't really slept since 7 this morning (which sucks since it was 2 when I went to bed after a fairly good amount of alcohol consumption at a party) because they won't sit the fuck down for more than five fucking minutes. Even with earplugs in, I could still hear it loud and clear. I HATE WHEN I CAN HEAR OTHER PEOPLE FROM MY OWN APARTMENT!!!!!!

I am, in a word, depressed. My birthday is Wednesday, and I am not really looking forward to it. Almost everybody that I want to spend my birthday with is not here. I have Jon, which definitely helps, and Marie and Nikki are awesome, but... Everybody else is in Florida. One of the things I have always loved about my birthday is seeing my family and friends. Not happening so much this year.

To make matters worse, I still do not have a job. Although there as an opening for another WIC Nutritionist job in Fort Worth. Even though it is about 45 minutes away, the drive would be worth it. If I do not get this job, I might cry. I am also applying for every other job I can find that does not involve me being on my feet all day like my last job. After six months of working in that kitchen, my back was the worst it has ever been. I prefer to avoid the degenerative joint disease that my mom and grandmother both suffer from.

Oh, and something in my living room beeps randomly ever few hours. One small, relatively quiet beep, then does not make anymore noise. Neither Jon nor I can figure out what it is.

Life is miserable when you're really hungry but when you eat something, three bites in to it you feel like you're going to vomit.

Been thinking a lot about weddings lately. Lots of wedding TV shows on right now, lots of people I know about to get married or getting engaged. So, me being a girl with a lot of free time pending a new job, I've had a lot of free time to imagine what I would like my own wedding to be like. I've possibly thought about my own wedding more in the last three days than I have in my entire life. So, I got bored and went to brides.com and, being the easily-amused person that I am, I looked in their astrology section to see what a good little Taurus like myself should have their wedding like. Surprisingly, their description was pretty accurate of what I would like mine to be like.

Even better: my fashion muse, Audrey Hepburn, was a Taurus as well. Go figure.

Anyways, the things I've figured out: the colors, the dress, the flowers, the time of year. Oh, and instead of a champagne fountain, a Sangria de Cava fountain. Which will save an ass-load of money because I would make the Sangria myself, and I can use cheap champagne/sparkling wine to make it. Everybody that I've ever made Sangria de Cava for enjoys it, so it would be well accepted by all. Hell, maybe I would have paella served as a meal, just do one big knock-off of The Columbia, since I've already stolen their Sangria recipe.

God, where are my priorities? I'm more excited about the prospect of a Sangria fountain than anything else. :) I loves me some Sangria de Cava!

For the first time in a while, I'm bored. Jon is playing the Wii, which means I can't start Super Mario Galaxy, and I'm putting off beating The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass on the DS. So, to pass the time... ( A to Z Quiz ).

Lots of weird stuff going on.

1) Still trying to find a new job. I am now 80% convinced that I will not be able to find a better job in my field anytime soon. And no, I still will not qualify for an internship. Which sucks. So, I think it is time to look in to my back-up option, which, ironically, pays more money than dietetics: dental hygiene.

2) I dropped my wallet in the Kroger (for you Florida people, that is the equivalent of a Winn Dixie) parking lot the other night. I did not even realize it until about an hour after I got home, when a guy called me to say that his daughter had found my wallet and recognized my last name because she works at the pharmacy at Walgreens and remembered me coming in. They even picked up the random receipts that I had shoved in there that had found their way out when someone rifled through it and took the $10 bill I had in there. Luckily, the $10 was the only thing missing.

3) I have been sick the last few days with a mixture of a rotavirus and allergies. Very icky. But matzoh ball soup (think chicken and dumplings gone Jewish) and a lot of juice and sleep later, I am much better.

4) I just got a call from my boss. The president of the place where we work has suspended her because there are allegations that she lied about her mother dying three months ago and that she secretly has another job that she is working at. Funny that she should get suspended just a few days after word gets out that she is gay...

5) I am flying home the night of March 13th and staying until the 19th. My boss has already given me the okay. If the president backtracks on what my boss told me does not let me go home when I asked for it, I will quit. Straight up just quit. For real. I will walk out. This job is not so important to me that I am willing to let go of a $350 non-refundable ticket.

Sooooo much stuff going on. A lot emotion and realization about my life. Things like, my dad is more of a shit than I originally thought. Also, no matter how bad I think it has been dealing with my dad, there are other people (in particular, a friend of mine here in Texas) who have had it worse than me.

In other parts of my life... I am still decorating me tree. As of right now, it is 7 and a half feet of retina-burning white lights with some different colored balls on it. After tonight, all of my absolutely gorgeous Danbury Mint ornaments, like this one. It will be a beauty!

Oh yeah, and I am looking for a new job. Because my current job is not worth $9 per hour.

People make my head hurt. Just... stupid and childish people are too much for me to handle sometimes.

I miss my smart people in Florida. :(

Been watching a lot of TV lately... Mainly episodes of Project Runway and Robot Chicken. And it has been rather enjoyable.

Robot Chicken doing a parody of Rainbow Brite is amazingly funny.

Oh, and Beowulf is awesome. Go see it.

Happy early Thanksgiving :)