I have been liked by every parent I’ve ever met, untill recently. It’s not because I’m a kiss up, or because I ooze charm. It’s because I have manners. I’m a southern lady and my parents taught me to have respect and manners. They taught me what to say in public and more importantly, what NOT to say in public. They taught me how to be a gracious guest and host. This has always served me well, untill now.
I don’t even know how to deal with this. Do I try to make nice? Do I just say “It’s your problem, not mine!”? Do I just ignore it untill I have to actually meet this lady face to face? I don’t know. I do know that I like me, and so does every other parent I’ve ever met, so that must mean that I’m at least decent.
If you have made the last two years of my life a living hell, please don’t wish me a Merry Christmas. Stay away from me, stayt out of MY town, don’t send friend request to my friends, and stay away from my family. I want nothing to do with you, nothing. Kaythanx.
Okay, okay, okay. I know that there are may be three human beings on earth that degin to look at this poor poor excuse of a blog, but it has been two months and feel obscenely guilty for letting it go. So, I bring you a post of holiday nerdy cheer to lift your spirits.
If you haven’t read anything by Allie Brosh on her wonderful blog Hyperbole and a Half. Do it. Now. This is a panel from last year’s hilarious Christmas post entitled “How Kenny Loggins Ruined Christmas”
I also feel the need to share with you Mel Roach’s Derpy Reindeer. Click the link for all of them, but Dancer has to be my favorite.
If your house is sadly lacking in nerdy winery decor (mine isn’t- we put a Santa hat on our bust of Cuthulu), you can always bust out a pair of scissors and make some nerdflakes from Buzzfeed. I personally like the tardis one!
And lastly, some dubstep Christmas lights, for those of you are into that sort of thing. Merry Christmas Ya’ll!!
Bleh. Bleh. Bleh. I thought I had graduated from high school. I thought I had moved on from that. Acctually, my high school years weren’t filled with drama, just middle school. That’s how being in college feels right now, like middle school. And I was not fun to deal with in middle school.
When I deal with drama, I go into “I’m a small spider” mode. That’s where I curl up under a rock, sleep a lot, and try to be as inconspicuous as possible. Really. I know you can’t please everyone, but somtimes I feel like I get fussed out for exisiting.
I also wish someone would give me all the facts. If you say something along the lines of “I could tell you things that would make your hair curl…”, I expect you to tell me. Don’t leave me hanging and make me trust you on this. I am a big girl. I make big girl choices, but big girl choices include knowing all the facts. Really. Gah.
Angry. Couldn’t rant on facebook, but I can on here. BLEH!
Why, oh why does facebook feel the need to re-invent itself so often? I mean, honestly, I never needed a chat sidebar. I never needed facebook to pick what updates are important to me. I never needed so many of the new “upgrades” that facebook has unwilling foreced upon me. Yet, here I am. They’re still on my page. I really don’t even want to get on and use it at the moment. If someone wants to talk to me right now, they better just text me.
Bleh. Jessy need coffee. So, here are some amazing mugs from Think Geek that I would like to recieve my buttered caramel latte in.
Because I’m a beast at Tetris. Really, I am. I can literaly play for hours and not get tired of it. Caffine seems the natural companion for Tetris.
Self Stirring coffee mug! Yay! THis could easily keep me amused for a few days.
A glow in the dark zombie mug. Amazing. Well, I’m going to try to wake up before I got to an academic workshop. Bleh.
And that is Mythbusters' Grant Imahara as the 10th Doctor. My mind is completely blown. (at Lyn’s Scrap of Nowhere)