Lost in Translation

I have been hit by the immense and intense amount of school work that comes around the Spring time. I've never really understood it, really. Why my Fall semesters are relatively easy, but my Spring ones blow me through like a Hurricane. It's almost as if all of the professors get together to make students as a whole hate the college life.

But I will NOT hate college.

And as my future husband Asher Roth said, I love college.



Enjoy. :)

I might be out of mind?

Before I begin, it was brought to my attention that my posts can't be commented. And I being the notsowhizzyonhtml person that I am, I can't figure out why that is. If you know, or have an idea -- please shoot me an email jiscitybound@gmail.com :)

Anywho, on to what I was suppose to write about.

It has been almost 9 months exactly since my ex of 3 years (on and off) decided to finally call it quits for good. Not counting the several run-backs, phonecalls, ineedsomeonewhounderstandsmepleaseletshangout texts that went on initiated by both of us at separate times. And for some reason, now that its final and communication has deceised COMPLETELY (i.e. we made the fatal mistake of contacting each other on Valentines Day and well, shit hit the fan once and for all..) I feel it finalizing in every part of my body. It was a good relationship in some aspects, and such a terrible one in others. We fought a hell of a lot, but our rebound rate towards each other was like nothing I had ever experienced. We were attached, and many times I thought we were lame. One minute we'd want to shoot each other, and the next we were laying watching The Colbert Report. And even today, I bet it would be that way. It was unhealthy in every sense of the word. Bickering, distrust, stress - you name it, we had it. We were disfunctional, and yet perfect. It was a disgusting match and it ended quite gruesomely as well.

So, why does it still hurt?

I think I'm going out of my mind, honestly. I can't bring myself to date anyone else, nor to I want to. Nor do I want to contact him. I want to be alone, and yet I hate it. I want someone to sweep me off my feet, and yet I'm not ready for that. I'm in that stage of post breakup where you have no idea where to go, who to go to -- so you consume your life in workworkwork til you can't breathe.

I need to get out more, and it's hard when ALL of your friends are in relationships or away for school.

Holy crap, someone save me.

Your age determines your lack of Intelligence

I believe that to an extent. A lot of people tend to act their age and it shows. It shows in the way that they carry themselves, how they talk, and how they interact with their surroundings. I've always been wise beyond my years, and for that I am grateful. I have also always surrounded myself with people that are like that. My best friends and I may be 20/21, but we act like we're 30 and sometimes it's sad, but at other times it works in our favor. However, not everyone is so lucky - and for that, I am sad. Because for whatever reason, those types of idiots (most of which I am watching right now) seem to be attracted to me. Females and males alike. It makes me want to go around and punch small animals. It drives me insane.

You must want an example, no?

Everyone in college knows the Library etiquette, right? You sit one tables length away from a person, you don't blast your music, you speak in hushed tones, you don't talk on the phone and you mind your own damn business. These rules really aren't hard to follow - especially early in the morning when there is a 98% chance that someone WILL call you out on your inability to follow rules. This is college, after all -- did you learn nothing in grade school?
*sigh*

There are many of us, like me, who like to procrastinate and thus run to the library at ridiculous times in the morning in order to better concentrate and finish a paper that is due in an hour. The very last thing we seek or need is some idiot blasting their music, a group of people laughing, or someone talking on the phone. This morning, with the luck that I seem to so posses, I encountered all three of these situations. And with each one striking within mere minutes of the other, I found myself becoming enraged. My face was getting hot, my eyes were darting and my concentration was lost. All I needed was someone to sit next to me blasting music and I was sure to blow.

And oh, I did. Because my life wouldn't be complete without the assholes.

Cutie over here decides to blast TECHNO of all things at 8am. I am not all for it, and so politely I turn and stare - in college library world this means, "Turn down your music." No such luck. Then there is the deep sigh and shuffling of papers. Again, no luck. Must I resort to drastic measure, Cutie? Must I?

I must.

Me: *taps kid on shoulder*
Cutie: What?
Me: Your music is ridiculously loud.
Cutie: *stares*
Me: *stares back*
[has this become a staring contest?]
Me: *clears throat* Mind putting it down?
Cutie: *stares more*
Me: Okay, look. It's loud and too early and I'm irritated. Either turn it down, move, or something foreign will hit you across the head.
Cutie: *get his belongings and moves*

Ahhhh. Peace and quiet.

True Life: I survived Valentines Day Weekend

Most of the time I enjoy working at a restaurant. I love the random people that come in, as well as the regulars. The money is acceptable, most especially when you're a college student and need money right then and there. However, I do not like the holidays when it comes to working at a restaurant. The hours are long, the people are mean and well.. it's just not that fun. Valentines day most ESPECIALLY. Key even so when you're single. Waiting on the mushy people? Not cute.

Several times, I had to resist throwing plates, rather then setting them down softly. I managed to smile politely, even say hello - but as soon as I got in the back of the kitchen. I cursed their existence. And then Sunday (the day after) was even worse. I got the crowd of people that KNEW Valentines Day was going to be insane, and thus brought their insanity the next day.

I'm too tired to even continue. WHAT THE HELL.

4.365

5. No class on a Friday? Sweet.
4. Finalizing Spring Break plans with an old roomie.
3. Realizing that maybe Valentines Day is better done single.
2. Actually have the rapid urge to clean everything.
1. Catching the asshole who stole your credit card. Thank god.

Love was made to work against me.

Here is something you didn't know about me -- up until recently, I've always been in a relationship. Always. Since I was allowed to date, of course. Which was at 16. From the 16 - 20 years old I have been in 2 painfully long relationships. And now at the eve of my 21st birthday (barely), I am single. Not even a person of interest. I am alone, and it sucks. But maybe it sucks because I've never been alone. And it sucks even more now that I am grasping the fact that Valentines Day is this Saturday. And I would like to sleep through the day, but I can't - because I work. WONDERFUL.

I don't remember the last time that I was alone on Valentines day and this is just my luck that this year, the year that ALL of my friends have a significant other, I will be spending it with my co-workers and then later that night with Ben and Jerrys and my dog. I'm so excited I could shit rainbows. And all of that other stuff that happens.

Good lord, even writing about it makes me sad. SWEET.

Due to your misjudgement, I was able to laugh my ass off.

I like nice weather just like everyone else. I most especially love it when the weather hits about 55 or 60 in the midst of winter, giving us a twirl and enjoying outside activities. What do I enjoy more? When people act like 60 is the new 80, thus the spawning of mini-skirts and wife beaters.

While on campus today, I couldn't figure it out quite well. Although the weather was particularly nice, I was still wearing a sweat shirt and sneakers.. because regardless of what - the wind will get you. And it still is the winter time, I will treat it as such. On my five million minute walk across UMDs campus, I encountered many moments in where females and males alike had a lapse of judgement in what to wear on this semi-nice weather. Mini-skirts and UGGs? Not a good thing. It isn't even cute. And you look retarded. Wife beaters? It's still cold outside and I can see your nipples guys. You're gross.

I've never really understood this.. if you've lived in this stupidawesome state for long enough, you already know that the weather is iffy. You know that 60 doesn't always mean completely nice weather where wearing shorts and skirts and wife beaters can begin. YOU KNOW BETTER and if you didn't know better, you should have asked a local. Tourist on my very own campus. Who would have thought?

I don't have anger issues, I just hate you a lot right now.

I like to think that I am a relatively patient person. I like people, I really do. I mean, that explains why I am a communications major and I work at a restaurant. Because I LIKE people, even though from time to time I want to slit everyones throat. I like them, but only sometimes. But goodness gracious - I work with some serious tools.

And so it simply reminds me of how sometimes I do have anger issues, and that at times I really do hate people at the moment. Sometimes these things don't fit so well in working at a restaurant, but I deal. Last night was one of those nights, and I tell you my few readers -- I was not impressed with the lack of brain use coming from my co-workers. Now, let me set something straight. I love what I do and sometimes I love who I work with. But it's impractical and quite annoying to have to prance around with a bunch of people who don't go to college.. and thus a lot of the time you can tell. Ignorance is bliss they say? I disagree. I disagree to the point where tears come out. Ignorance is NOT bliss. Ignorance is ignorance and you, my friend, look and sound like an idiot.

I digress..

Last night we were ridiculously busy -- a lot busier than we usually are on any given Sunday, and on top of that it was really REALLY ncie outside.. so we couldn't really make sense of why people were eating at our restaurant rather than doing a huge cookout and basking in the nice weather. Hey, whatever. More money for us. Anyhoo, by 6pm we were swamped and nearly at each others throat. No one was helping anyone else, people were leaving things all over the place and customers weren't happy. And when that happens, I go from JJ to super bitch in a matter of seconds. And then people get mad at me. I'm sorry that you're incompetant. I'm sorry that you suck. I'm sorry that you should have been swallowed before potential conception and I'm even more sorry that you didn't explode in your moms face.

Please, back off. I just hate you a lot right now.

3.365

5. Fresh jeans from the dryer.
4. A nice warm bagel while running late to class.
3. Mango yumminess filling your stomach.
2. Coming to find out that your class is cancelled - thus a head start on the paper you forgot to do.
1. Decently warm weather where you are no longer required to wear 5 layers of clothing.

GIST.

Your eyes might fall out of your head, JJ. Pay attention!

I am an avid reader. I can't help it. If you put it in front of me, it has letters that make words, and it is of remote interest to my brain - it will be read, quite efficiently at best. And it is to no ones surprise that as I was bored today, I decided to list (and post - see to the bottom right of my page) the daily reads of my life. Throughout the day, I go to these websites for entertainment because there is something about them. And most recently, I've gotten into the habit of finding new places, new websites and undiscovered bloggers (like myself). Those are the best at times. Fresh and with no remorse. I get a little laugh from it all.

Speaking of reading too much, I've finished all the books I've gotten that were suppose to last me until at least march - I guess I underestimated my genuine love for reading and taking care of a new dog. I realized that since I was getting a new pup, I would need to spend as much time at home as possible. 86 going out to the club, parties, blablabla. No more drinking until she's housebroken, etc. And so, enter reading. A hell of a lot. It took being single to a whole new level. Single with a dog is even worse sometimes. You read, walk your dog, come back home and read. Go to school, go to work, do some homework, read, walk your dog, watch some greys, sleep.

Anyone up for being my new friend? Christ.

2.365

GIST.

5. Having your dog wake wrestle herself under the sheets to snuggle up under you.
4. Waking up and realizing you don't have to rush to do errands, or homework, or anything..
3. Cheesecake. YUM.
2. Finishing a good book in record time.
1. Singing and dancing loud and crazy at home. alone. YES.

He's just not that into you

I've seen many movies, I've read many books. Every single one is always cliche, but I gobble it up because it makes me all queasy inside and I want that. I want THAT so badly so I read about them since I can't have it. How much do I suck?

I figured, alright - just like every movie. He's just not that into you will have the sappy happy ending and we're all going to cry and wish we had a guy just as fantastic, but we don't so lets just go home and eat some ice cream til our stomach hurts. Right? Wrong. I mean, there was sap and there was happiness, but there was also nitty gritty stuff. Like, stuff that hit too close to home. I'm talking about a room FULL of women and you could see the expressions change instantly as something that pertained to them was addressed. Pained looks, you know? That kind of look that makes you want to sink deeper into your seat and think, "well oh fuck". Yeah. It was like that. I heard a women sniffle behind me during a particular part, which I assumed had happened to her and my heart broke a little. Here we all were.. watching a movie we expected would make us smile.. and instead it brought back memeories - flooding through us of all the terrible and disgusting relationships we endured and attempted to lock in a closet. So many women, so many tears. I thoroughly enjoyed it, most especially the message at the end.

Anyone have quotes from the movie? I'm dying here.

Grace in Small Things - 1.365

I stumbled along this really cool website type deal. Grace in Small Things. You list 5 things everyday for the next year, little things that have made your day. And it really helps you look at the bigger picture about certain things. I'm starting today!

5. Waking up before my alarm, who knew it could feel THAT good?
4. Walking through campus with a smile on my face and people actually returned the smile.
3. Buying my new pup birthday presents - they really do appreciate the small things.
2. A nice cold diet coke when I was craving it the most today at noon.
1. Washed my bed linens today and I never want to get up again.. they smell THAT good.



gist.

The Plague

I'm sick. Yes, SICK. Not the cough lightly and smile sick. I'm talking about the hacking, my nose is red, I sound like Darth Vador, I want the world to eat me alive godhelpme sick. Well, not so much that anymore, but I was. The light hurt my head, the sound of my dogs licking made me recoil in desperation. World, I was a sad sad case.

But I'm all better now and I'm a bit saddened that it caused me to miss out a lot on my new blog, but no worries - here I am to save the day with some sweet stuff. Not really.

Alas, I decided to join a blog networking ring type of thing. Not really a cult, but just a place to have my blog. Before, when I had CityBound (part uno), it was completely word of mouth and it did pretty well. CityBound (part DUEX), I have decided could use a bit more worldwidewebness. Why not? I was looking at the members and such, it seems really cute. Cute? I can't think of a better word, but cute can fit for right now. I hope it works out, maybe meet a few bloggers. Who knows who knows. I hope, of couse, only after I'm out of this plague type fiasco. It is NOT a good look on me.

Hello World, It's me - JJ.

I've gone and done it one more time. Are you tired of following me around yet? I didn't think so. It's a new beginning (How many times have you heard people say that?). Didn't you hear? February is the New January. In with the new. Out with the old. Or was it the other way around?

I've resurfaced for your bitching needs, as I will, as I have always done so - bitch about everything, sometimes nothing. I can't seem to grasp a concept yet, but I know that my adrenaline to write something daily as possessed me to re-emerge into the blogsphere and I'm way more excited than I should be. Swanky layout, eh? Until further notice. You know how I do.

Anyway, there isn't much you can do with a first post except tell you, 2 loyal readers that have followed me - to keep your eyes peeled. You know how I love the Spring/Summer. :)