Smoochie Smoochie

This week at IHeartFaces the theme is kissing. Since, after all, V-Day will be here shortly. When people talk about kissing pictures, this one always comes to mind:

Those two people are my parents and they are very much in love, and have been for over 20 years. They have four beautiful children who they torment and are tormented by every day. They've created a household built on God and love. I couldn't be more blessed to have two of the most awesome parents ever.

So to check out more awesome and amazingly beautiful (and sometimes comical) kissing pictures, head on over to IHeartFaces.

Just When I Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse

I was pretty sure TheOther was going to move out of the dorm room. I mean, I really wished he was already gone by this point. I was hoping this weekend he would get his stuff and get out. I don't want to look at him. I don't want to talk to him.

At this point, my feelings are so hurt by him that inside I just honestly want to make his life miserable since that's what he's done to me. And I shouldn't feel that way. But I do. So I'm avoiding him and repressing the urge to walk into his room and slap him on his worthless face because that will do no good for no body.

Last night LadiesMan texted me that TheOther was refraining from moving out. Apparently, he's being picky about roommates and won't move in with people he doesn't like. Except I don't know why he doesn't like those potential roommates - because he probably doesn't even know them.

And LadiesMan was talking about moving into the LLCs and leaving TheOther to rot in his own filthy stench. I don't want LadiesMan to leave. I would much rather see TheOther kicked out of the dorms on behalf of the University.

Look, this guy is so unsanitary it's not even the least bit hilarious. He piles up his filthy nasty garbage all around his computer screen in front of which he lives. He never goes to class, and he's on freaking academic probation. You see, that means last semester his grades were in the toilet, and this semester he has to work his ass off to get his GPA back up. If he doesn't, he'll get kicked out of the University for a semester and then have to apply for re-admittance.

But instead of being a good kid, he sleeps through all of his classes and rarely does homework because video games take the front seat to life.

Seriously?

So to me, LadiesMan's departure is like TheOther winning. And it's not okay for people who are completely and utterly retarded to win at things like life where so many other people should be able to get ahead.

I don't feel like TheOther is experiencing any consequences for his actions, so he's just going to go on being a total a-hole because he can. It's not my place to deliver consequences, but I wouldn't complain if I watched some be delivered.

Kind of like when you're driving down the road in your POS beater going better than the speed limit and some slick sports car whips around you and then cuts you off. You're pissed and at that point it would just satisfy you watch that sucker get in an accident or be pulled over by a cop.

That's what I want to see happen to this guy.

Part of me is rooting for him to just get whaled on, and the other part of me is saying that I should not wish that. But I really want him to learn from his actions. I want him to understand that it's not okay to be a total jerk to people. I want him to know that the precious world does not revolve around him.

When LadiesMan said TheOther was in fact not moving out of the dorm, I went to cry in my shower. Because that's what I do when I'm upset. I get under that steamy hot water and let it all out. It's a good release, but sometimes I'd just rather hole up in the shower and never come out even though the palms of my hands get so prune-y they literally hurt.

I told Prince Charming that I wanted to go home. I didn't even want to be in the same building with that freak who lives down the hall and may or may not eventually become a serial killer. I wanted my mommy to hug me and tell me everything was going to be alright. Prince just held me and stroked my hair and texted LadiesMan to find out more information about the situation.

LadiesMan's mother is driving here to work with us and figure out what we can do about this situation that is made of fail. So instead of driving home like I really wanted to, I'm staying here to see if we can get this guy out of our lives. I'm staying here to see what happens.

Not only did I spend a lot of time in Prince's room because he was over there, but also all my neighbors on this side of the hall have loud booming stereos and sub-woofers that have the potential to make your ears bleed. I'm tired of dealing with their music. I'm tired of dealing with stupid freshman who fail at life. I'm tired of not seeing other people get what they deserve, even though it's seriously not my place give 'em what they got coming.

I'm emotionally exhausted. I have to work on motivating myself to do my homework. I still have to petition to get into my college and register for next semester's classes. I have to make sure my grades are totally 100% awesome by midterms. And I seriously just want to lay in bed all day and cry sometimes. And watch sappy TV shows.

And it's not just me that having a terrible time either. I feel like I've heard a lot of heavy news from a few different people about what's going on in their lives at the moment. What's up with the world lately? Things just kinda suck right now. Hopefully they get themselves to be on the mend really ridiculously soon.

Dear Open Letters

Dear FaceBook,

Doppelganger week? Sibling week? What's next? Also, which one of your personalities sits and thinks these up? You know, not that I really mind - it is kind of entertaining after all. And people told me that my doppelganger was Elliot Reid (heck to the yes, man)!

But is there going to be a theme of the week for the rest of our lives? What about those of us who get exhausted trying to keep up with all of the weeks? It's all I can do to change my profile picture anyway - forget feeling like it is a mandatory event!

So seriously, how long are these week theme crazes going to last?

Curious,
Tired Of All The Hype

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Dear Education Petition Committee,

I am petitioning for conditioned admittance in April. Please love me. Lots. I try really hard and want this really bad.

Would it help to know that you'd fulfill a life long dream of a cute little girl if you let me into your program? Not to mention said little girl would be eternally grateful. As would all of her future students just waiting to be impacted in an irreversible and awesome artistic way.

Luvs,
The Future Best Art Teacher EVER

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Dear Crap-That-Affects-My-Life,

FAIL. On your part, not mine.

Rays of Hate,
Needs To Sleep Easier

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Dear February,

You came into 2010 with snow. And today you are sunny and hot. We sold about four iced drinks in a row during one little rush today at work. And I don't remember exactly how many we sold before then. But it was more than usual.

Why are you tricking us with your fake warm weather? It's supposed to be winter. It's supposed to be cold. It's supposed to not feel like the trees could burst into bloom within the next couple of days. This trickery business you've involved yourself in should cease and desist. Just sayin'.

And what's up with Valentine's Day, anyway? I mean really. I love Prince Charming and we tell each other we love each other each and every day. So why exactly do we need a day dedicated to showing someone how much you love them? Really? Shouldn't you just do that every day?

Or was this holiday created as a device for single people to work up the guts to ask out another single person in maybe a less awkward way? Who really knows what it's all about. But I for one wish it would disappear. Completely.

I wouldn't miss it. Would you, February? Would you miss this ridiculous holiday?

Oh, you would? Is that because you are so short that you need something besides leap year because that only happens once every four years and you're greedier than that? I thinks so. Write back if you disagree.

Yours,
Crazy Bitter V-Day Hater

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Dear Summer,

Get here sooner.

Please?

Loves,
Starved For Warm Sunny Days

An Army Of Gnats

Remember when I told you all my name was Natalie? (Oooooh, you missed the memo? Well check out this post and you'll be all caught up. Go ahead. I'll wait.)

*waits*

*waits some more*

*thinks that you read very slowly*

*waits a little longer*

*gives up waiting*

Okay, well I'm assuming that by now you have already known this, you have finished reading the post, or you skipped the post and just want to see what the heck I'm gonna talk about and how it relates to anything. Right?

Blog hopping is one of my favorite things to do ever. You know, besides FaceBook stalking people and robbing banks. Because I love doing those too. They cheer me up enormously. Especially because mentally I am exhausted from this past weekend and all its high school crazy psycho drama that it held for me.

Anywho, I come across a lot of blogs. And I love love love following people named Natalie. And throughout my experiences, I've found a plethora of blogs written by Natalies. But what I think is beyond funny in its own right is that none of these other Natalies are my age. They are older than me.

I mean, there's this Natalie, and this Natalie and still this Natalie. There are even more Natalies out there. I just came across this amazing Natalie today! I know I've seen more than just these four too, but since I don't follow those ones I can't go back and provide you with links to their cute blogs.

I kind of feel bad about that. But only kind of. Just like I'm trying to kind of feel better since this weekend. I'm avoiding Prince's suite like it's the plague. I told him it was enemy territory and I won't go there. Until this situation with TheOther is resolved, I'm staying put. Especially because I don't want to agitate him further and make a bad situation worse.

On the plus side, I've heard that TheOther has decided he would much rather enjoy moving himself out of the suite. Right now we're just waiting for something final through the Housing Office. Once this is all resolved I'm sure Prince, LadiesMan and I will be back to terrorizing the hall just like normal.

And by terrorizing I mean hibernating in the dorm playing the PS3 and watching ridiculous movies like Fame. (Which I actually liked. The new one, not the old one. I haven't watched that one...but I've heard it's ummm...not so family friendly ha, ha.)

But you know what else? I kind of want to go by Natalie instead of Cinderella. Because I think Natalie is a really pretty name. But you know what? It's only a thought right now...

Mighty Morphin Power Pictures

Belle posted a picture on the legendary FB webpage where I spend too much of my time, especially on the weekends. This picture was of the face of a potential child that was 'morphed' from a picture of her and a picture of Zelda.

Inspired, I quickly went to the same page and uploaded a few pictures to see what potential children I could create. Because I am all sorts of awesome and copycat like.

Using a picture of me and a picture of your ever lovely Prince Charming we created this lovely angelic face:



So then we decided to see how accurate this website was by uploading pictures of our parents to see what the computer would come up with. Let me just say, none of those pictures look any of the children that were actually created. But here are the results:

Prince's Parents: (To be fair, we're not quite sure why this one turned out the way it did...)



My Parents:

If you're curious now about what your babies might look like, just click here and keep an open mind...