Geeking Out

Hacking up my entrails...

2008-10-06T13:24:00.006-04:00

This last week has been hell in a hand basket...

I have been sick for a whole week and it hasn't been getting any better. I personally blame my crazy fucking space cadet roommate, who for some reason was never taught to cover her mouth when she coughs...

Last week I wasn't functional until Wednesday because I was so fuckin sick!!! I'm slacker enough on my own without my health lending a hand. But besides all of that I'm going to start back to the weekend of Sept 28th.

I went to a latin party at an asian restraunt called Kobe. I know...weird...

But I, who have never been that fond of latin culture, actually had an amazing time. The music was good, it wasn't too crowded AND there were more guys than girls there!

The next day was the beginning of the end. I started to feel sick on Sunday. I was sick through Monday and Tuesday and regained function on Wednesday.

Luckily on Wednesday I only have my Perspicuousness class (copywriting). But before I went to class I realized that I had fallen for someone in that class. Because we aren't official and he still doesn't know I like him...for now I will refer to him as Conan ( like Conan the barbarian) and if he actually reads this he will know I'm talking about him.

So a little background...Conan is in all of my creative advertising classes and happens to be a marketing minor. He is a super senior and will be 23 before he graduates. He is in Delta Chi fraternity, and he is not a complete douche bag...
He is a big angry teddy bear like Baloo from the jungle book or sexual harrasment panda...

I am totally smitten with this guy, but he is totally a REDNECK!!! I think he might actually like me too which is the weird thing because I'm as liberal as they get, but he's definitely a conservative Redskins fan...

In other guy news...my ex-who I will affectionately call Fish to hide his name (he will also know this is him if he reads this), has come back into my life. I think after 2 years on and off I am finally able to say that I can just be his friend. Its funny because Conan is nothing like me, but alot more my type I think and Fish is very much like me, but not really my type at all.

I really need to stop blogging at work...

I REALLY CAN'T WAIT TO GO HOME AND TAKE A VITAMIN...

Morals of the story:

Latin Parties=fun

Those who cough without covering their mouths should be stoned and then hung up by their feet so that their bodily fluids burst from their head...(it probably doesnt work that way but it would be cool!)

Exes are meant to stay exes but not enemies

Conan is not the most flattering nickname for your crush

Being sick is like being anally raped by a splintery peg leg with no lube...it fucking sucks and the bad feelings last WAY TOO LONG!!!!

DECISION '08

2008-09-26T03:43:00.003-04:00

MAKE SURE YOU ARE REGISTERED TO VOTE BY OCT. 4th!!!

IF YOU ARE DOWN FOR ENCOURAGEMENT THEN HOP ON THE OBAMA TRAIN!

IF YOU LIKE THIS IDEA...THEN YOU MIGHT BE FUCKED IN THE HEAD

Morals of the Story:

Register to vote if you aren't already by Oct. 4th...

Vote for Change (OBAMA '08)

New Clothes, New Projects, Same Old Stress

2008-09-24T22:17:00.012-04:00

WOW...I experienced a whole new level of lazy procrastinator-ness. I mean I had so much to get accomplished today and I pretty much did nothing. I was suppose to pull an alnighter and do two different types of posters, and do concepts for my copywriting class...

I ended up doing none of that stuff. I still have two different Ads to do and get printed by 2pm tommorow. And I ended up skipping my copywriting class because I hadn't come up with a single concept...-_____-

But on the positive side...

I had one of the best beef patties I have ever tasted accompanied by some very fresh limeade from Jamaica House today. Jamaica house is awesome because they sell good cheap and authentic Jamaican food (and on the top of the Menu it says "Menu...and Wimmen U").

But after I bought my beef patties as I was leaving my roommate and I saw this woman walk in with 5 kids and all of her kids had busted ass sneakers but have gold fronts on their front teeth. None of these kids were older than 10 and the youngest one had to of been 2 years old. It was ridiculous and made me feel like I was back in Denbigh...

I haven't decided who I want to be for Katsu-con yet. I definitely don't have enough time to make an outfit for Neko-con which is in November, but Katsu-con is in the spring and I think I want to be either Zasalamel from Soul Calibur III or Urd from Ah My Goddess!

I did learn more about Japanese street fashion and trends today, which was really interesting. I think I'm going to subscribe to some Japanese magazines in order to get more fashion ideas. Recently I have decided that I am getting older and I need to stop worrying about what my parents or family think when it comes to my personal style and I need to start wearing and looking how I want to.

I got a lot of my new clothes in the mail today! :D Most of the new shirts that I ordered came in today! and you can see what they look like below!

These five are from Lolita Kisama.

These are from CafePress.

Morals of the Story:

New clothes can make even failure feel better...

Be yourself no matter what age because its a waste of time trying to be someone you're not

Children should never have gold fronts...

Cosplay is serious business...choose your costume wisely

VOTE!!!! MAKE SURE YOU ARE REGISTERED BEFORE OCT. 4th

If you have work to do procrastinating to the very last minute is the worst idea but still the most fun.

Chokin on Chicken Bones

2008-09-23T23:37:00.000-04:00

This week is already draining me of what little energy that I have. Lets start with yesterday shall we?

Yesterday I worked from 7:30am -2:30pm which was no problem it was just a long time in front of the computer and I actually blogged while at work because I needed a break. Everything was good yesterday and I got to talk to my best friend who is shit broke and has to steal his mom's phone to call me.

But of course Tuesday is my crazy busy day.

I am patiently awaiting a delivery of clothing from Lolita-Kisama clothing.

The above Jacket will soon be mine!! MUAHAHAHA *cough cough* That and about six shirts for only $89.00 not bad if I must say so myself!

Im also expecting stuff from CafePress.com and Gesshoku (which sells Asian themed clothing and merchandise)

I am a huge fan of Japanese and Asian Rock and Punk styles.

But I haven't gotten my stuff yet so I have to watch patiently (patients is not a skill I possess a lot of)...which brings me to my next issue from yesterday...

One of my roommates is acting a bit like a moron...she is acting as if its okay to have someone treat you like less of a person than you are and we all know that is retarded.

I will never understand why people allow others to treat them like crap just so they will "act" like they care about them...and the worst part is that she comes to ME for help. I have no patience for people like her because its obviously fucking stupid to let someone treat you like crap. But anyway I did deal with her crap yesterday so I deserve to have my Grad School paid in full for not kicking her in the fucking head!!!

And that brings me to today! I had 7 concepts due in my art direction class, a presentation to give in my account management class, and a test in my marketing class all starting at 1 pm and ending at 8:30pm. The life of a Creative Advertising student is anything but easy, but its the life i love!! :D and I only have one more year after this semester.

Plus I really need to update my Meine Liebe fanfic because it has literally been about a year and a half since I updated it. The problem is...I always write my fanfics in notebooks first before I post them so I really just don't want to type 6 pages of fanfic to post...for those of you that are interested in my slash fanfiction go here!!! :D

SO during my one hour break between classes at 3 today I decided to go with my friend Kevin to this restaurant called Camille's which is in our dining hall.

First of all it takes us like 30 min to get our food, then when we get its fucking tiny for an 8.99 meal!!! It was sooo lame. I mean the meal came with tricolored tortilla chips and salsa so we are expecting this to all come in a carton no there are literally 8 chips in this little bag next to the tiny wrap. But that was Kevin's meal.

I thought my meal was good. My panini was a good size so I expected my meal to be better. First it tasted pretty freaking weird, then while I'm eating it I find a freaking BONE in the chopped chicken. So I had to take a picture of it because it was a nice sized piece of bone!!

But other than almost choking on a Chicken bone...I'm having a better night. The Fuck-head that lives below me stopped listening to his music so loud and now I can pull the alnighter that I need to in order to finish all the projects I need to get finished tonight...ugh...here comes another one.

Morals of the Story:

Don't eat at a restaurant that offers you a side order of chips that you can count on two hands

If your roommate is a "space cadet with a love problem" run...

Always type your fanfics from the beginning or you will not ever update one of your best stories

Brushing up on my Ebonics

2008-09-22T09:36:00.013-04:00

I am so incredibly bad at beginning blogs...

I can definitely come up with crap to say its these damn opening sentences I hate. I mean in real life we just say "Hi. The name's Lynx, nice to meet you..." but online introductions are so troublesome! Like right now I sound like a whiny little kid for pondering this but its all because the Internet kills conversational etiquette... I guess I could just say H1! 1M LyNx but lets face it we all know how retarded that is...

Ok. I'm done bitching...PSYCHE!!!

So by American Standards (physically anyway) I am considered black. Now don't get me wrong, I'm proud of who I am and what I look like and I would never want to have to worry about getting tan enough or being translucent and shit. But I hate getting into the issue of race because even though it shouldn't matter it totally does. I mean just Saturday I was so stereotypically "black" that most of my friends wouldn't know what to make of it.

So my evening of "Negro-ness" began when I decided to go the fall block Step Show.

Ok so the website says that its a step competition between fraternities and sororities. But everyone knows that what they mean is its a competition between historically black fraternities and sororities. I like to watch dance competitions as much as the next person, but this was something else all together. So the entire audience was black with little white polka dots. Now this is how our fall block goes down: First you get really dolled up to go to the show (I mean this is a lipstick and heels occasion just to sit in the stands and watch people grunt, yell, make scary faces, stomp, and dance raunchy); second you go home and change into a totally different dressed up outfit and get out your dancing shoes to go and grind up against people at a night club at the "Fall Block After party."

So lets begin with the Step show. I am so lazy and I never get dolled up not even for the club usually (its a freaking struggle to do business casual for my job). However, I don't know if some sort of fall block ghost jumped into my body and decided that she would spend an hour and a half dressing me and then on top of it all IRONING!! I don't even OWN and iron I had to use one of my roommates ironing stuff...usually I don't care. I broke out the wedged heels and the lipstick, picked my afro to extra perkiness and was off at 5:15pm to go stand in line for 15 min.

So My roommate Jasmine, two of our friends Amy and Joann, and myself were in the building and seated by 5:30pm awaiting the show at 6. Now mind that fall block is open for all to attend men, women, children, toddlers....I mean everyone and their mama was there. Before the show began the DJ was playing music to get everyone "hype" <---that feels wrong coming from my head. About 5 minutes before the show is to begin he plays this song "for the ladies" here is a sample of the lyrics:

"Yea you running now

you running

I'ma put this pussy on you

Just like this"

That's the chorus by the way. It's a song by Trina and if you are curious about the rest of the lyrics like I was I've linked it for you go have a look-see.

Anyway while this piece of enlightening music is playing I look in front of me and there is a woman holding a three year old boy who is not just dancing, but not minding that her son will probably mimic the words to this piece-of-shit excuse for a song.

What really gets me about this song is that it was a song for the "ladies". I think he just got the wrong word, because I don't know any ladies that would enjoy that song but I do know some, "hoes, prostitute, skanks, whores, and chicken heads" that would just LOVE that song...in fact they might even say it was their JAM.

So anyway the step show itself was really awesome. I'm not sure how familiar with black sororities and fraternities any of you are but it is a well known fact that the Kappas usually suck ass and the Q's, Zetas, and Deltas are usually really good. The Kappas I must say did really well and were sexy as hell. They could have been literally falling all over the place and I still would have been drooling over all of them. The Q's were horrible...they had a really boring show and this one guy had a Green fro and was dressed as the joker which I must say made me uneasy...the fro not the joker. The Deltas were amazing. Their outfits were an homage to Beyonce (when she played Foxy Cleopatra in Austin Powers). The Zetas were amazing, but their show was so boring I felt like I would dies in the stands...

So we left the show early because the second half was decidedly "wack". At first we were just going to go home and stay home. Amy and Joann went home and Jasmine and I did the same. However, seeing as I had spent all that time picking out the halter top and pencil skirt I'd worn, I wasn't ready to turn in my "Negro tassels", so we went to the club.

Anyone who goes clubbing regularly knows skirts just aren't clubwear if you actually plan to dance. So I changed into my "skinny jeans" ( The jeans that make me look skinny; they are actually flared) and we walked to this place called Hyperlink Cafe. Now some background on Hyperlink is that its know for its "blackness" and it's issues with firearms...

So we wait in line to get in. There are two lines by the way one for the guys and one for the girls...which sucks because if you come with your boyfriend then he might get in before you and separation in these kinds of clubs is not good.

Luckily I was there with my two roommates Jasmine and Sarah, so no separation problems.

What is really amusing about Hyperlink is that the males get patted down for weapons before they can go in, and the girls get their bags checked. I have never been to a club where the guys get patted down. I mean WOW...I was really rolling into an "urban" situation here. So we finally get in and because it was an after party sponsored by the school it was $15 admission...that's just fucking ridiculous but we had waited all that time so we just paid it and went in.

We literally have to dance our way through people to get to the dance floor. There is no room to just push through people and it was hot as all hell in there. So we finally get to the dance floor after grinding our way through like 50 people and as soon as I step on the dance floor I feel the the bass vibrating in my lungs!!!! In my fucking lungs!! I actually stopped breathing for a bit because of it, but I got use to it. So at this point I'm feeling several things, the bass jostling my lungs in my rib cage, anxiety over the fact that I think this place is a standing fire hazard, and some-dude-behind-me's boner...ew...

So yeah I butt bump him off of me and it must have hurt because he didn't come back. So the three of us dance for about an hour and a half, in which Sarah who is all of 5 feet tall and about a size 2 gets her ass assaulted multiple times by different grody "gentlemen". So the thing I hate about clubs like Hyperlink is that 1. You never get to hear a whole song 2. Just when you are getting into a song the DJ scratches it and changes the track 3. The men expect you not to hit them when they are smacking your ass while you dance. I lost count of how many hands I had to slap off of my ass and the fact that I never got a "hi, the name's XXXX, lets dance" kind of pissed me off. I mean damn do men think that because women are equal now that they don't have to respect us anymore? (Bastards!)

We left soon after my roommate had a drink because it was just WAY too crowded in there I mean like I said "standing fire hazard".

So that was, in watermelon rind, my "Night as a Negro" I'm quite glad I'm back to being just plain old color/race-less Lynx.

And the morals of the story kids is:

1. Never go to clubs that have VIP sections, yet pat you down at the door...

2.If you are going to act like a color for an evening, practice...because if you don't you'll just end up at Sahara ordering a sub and fries and smoothie to go so you can go home and read Yaoi for 3hrs straight...

3. Never let your best friend sing "Chocolate Rain" too many times while you talk to them unless you want Tay Zonday to appear in your nightmares...