mad scientist girl

I’m going to list other things that are assholes lately.. 1.        The transfer department at my university – what it basically comes down to is even though I have enough credits to be a year ahead of where I am… they won’t allow me to be.. and so I’m now having to take fluff classes this term just to keep my enrollment as full time…. 2.        People who talk on their phones in the washroom – wtf people… seriously? Who does this? Apparently some people or I wouldn’t be making a big deal of it. I just don’t get why people would want others to know they were in the washroom while they were on the phone, and you can’t avoid if I’m peeing in the FUCKING STALL NEXT TO YOU! 3.        Money – it is just always an asshole… there never seems to be enough money… and did you know that fucking food is expensive? I feel like I spend most of my money on food…. Maybe I should just tell every...

I fucking hate being sick. I really fucking hate being sick when I’m on vacation. I survived the holidays…. Just barely. I was able to write about my mum… thanks to The Band for being an outlet for me to express my pain. If you want to read it, it’s here . SO… what’s new with me? Nothing. I’m sick, watching Netflix and not looking forward to being back at school in a week. I’m not making any New Years Resolutions.. because they are worthless anyway. I am just going to try and work harder at feeling better and dealing with my issues. I’m going to get out of bed every day and face the world. I’m going to love every moment I spent with my family and friends. And I’m going to try to be the best person I can be. Hope the rest of you have had a very wonderful holiday and I wish you all the best in the new year!

THEN Before my parents got divorced and therefore before Christmases became awkward…… we used to decorate the Christmas tree as a family. That meant ………tinsel. If you don’t know what tinsel is, it’s the silver stringy shit that people put on their tree to make it look pretty… or IMO to make it look like silver stringy shit threw up on it. fa la la la la ..I look like crap Especially our tree. I swear our mum liked so much tinsel on the tree that you couldn’t even tell there WAS a tree underneath all the tinsel. That’s not even the worst part.. If you can believe it. The worst part was the fact that my mum insisted we put the tinsel on the tree ONE PIECE AT A TIME! Do any of you know how fucking long that takes? I’ll give you a visual…. Tinsel packs usually have like 300 pieces in a pack and my mum liked to put on 2 or 3 boxes. And I’ll say it again.. one at a time. We tried to make it fun… like when my mums back was turned, my dadwould take a whole handful and throw it on. H...

it's like I'm a fucking saint, yo.... helping others be grateful for their own lives just by the simple fact that they don't live my shitstorm of a fucking existence. So..... it's Monday. What does that mean? Well... not much for me cuz I'm done with classes, but I should probably be studying.  Am I? fuck no! .. I'm taking after Noa's science ......... oh.. and thanks to Jen as well for a Monday distraction with listicles.... except my listicle is a little less Christmas Cheer .. and a little more ... fucking balls (that's for you beausaphine ).    I had a final exam on my birthday…. It was bad…. Very bad….on the plus side? The TA’s are going to get a kick out of all the doodles I did on my scratch paper. My eye is swollen AGAIN… last week I had a stye on my lower eyelid… and now the inside of my top eyelid is swollen… I’m thinking my eye is trying to tell me I’m ready for vacation I’ve been fighting a cold for the past few weeks n...

but oh......... maybe you like it... ew. gotta love Icanhascheezburger My daily commute consists of a five hour total commute to and from school…. And not only do I not get paid for this.. I’m PAYING for this privilege. The only benefit is at least I get an unlimited bus pass and don’t have to stress about the extra cost involved with the amount of travel I do. This is how my day typically goes.. Depending on the time of my class…. If it’s a late class.. I laze around in the morning.. enjoy a rerun of Charmed and a mocha.. a nice leisurely shower and then it’s off to the salt mines. If it’s the early class… I’m up at 5:20am and I end up spending pretty much my entire 2 and a half hours standing. Thankfully the commuter bus stop is right across the street from my house. C70 – Commuter Bus … this is a little dinky bus that resembles the “short” busses that we all remember from our high school days. img courtesy of riding the short bus Its purpose is ...

Kitty, I don’t need help to go to the bathroom. “meow?” Kitty, I’ve given you loves… what else do you want? “meow?” Are you hungry? Do you need water? (cleans and refills water dish. Gives kitty a treat) There… happy now? “meow?” Fuck you kitty. (putting on pants in the morning, notice that there is about a pound of cat hair on them) Kitty… I just brushed  you last night.. how is this possible? “meow?” Seriously… how can you have your winter coat.. ALL YEAR LONG? “meow?” I swear… I’m shaving you bald. Would you like that? “meow?” Nevermind. (walking down the hallway to the bathroom first thing in the morning, suddenly a black mass of fuzz comes zooming past almost knocking me over) Kitty… is it really necessary for you to beat me to the bathroom door? “meow?” No really… you almost killed me…. again. “meow?” Do you even feel sorry? “meow?” One of these days kitty, one of these days....

Welcome to this weeks…  I put some words together that hopefully make sense and are remotely funny. Tonight I am talking vagina. Now boys.. you don’t have to turn away.. don’t close the window… you could learn something. Probably not, but read anyway. And comment.. I love comments. They make me all squishy and happy and want to run around my house in my pjs high fiving the air and yelling “they love me, they really, really love me” /Jim Carrey moment. Back to the topic at hand… You ever thought about how much power you can wield with your vagina? And no I don’t mean like lifting heavy objects with it like it’s a crane. That would just be weird. Although I’m sure there is a guy out there somewhere reading this going.. “mmmmmmmmmmmm.. crane vagina” And now I’m creeped out. Back on topic… again. Vagina Power. What does it mean? What does it stand for? How does it work? Here are some examples. you like a guy and you’re pretty sure he wants ...