JESUS T.F. CHRIST?!?!!!!!

I'm building a bomb shelter and I'm NEVER, NEVER, EVER LEAVING IT!!!!

I've officially HAD IT!!!!

At approximately 10:45am this morning, I was almost in a severe car accident. And I'm not exaggerating people.

As many of you know, a major portion of my job consists of driving around Southern California picking up animals from Veterinary Hospitals. Well today was just any normal day and I was asked to make pick-ups in Orange, Whittier, and Upland.

On my way down the 57S in Brea, my truck (a Chevy S-10) started to swerve out of control while I was in the fast lane. I tried to keep the car straight and began to slow down to get over. Lucky for me, the car in the next lane noticed something was fishy and slowed down to let me over. As I merged across the lane and into the 3rd lane, the back tire flew off the truck and rolled into the carpool lane and down the highway some 1/4 of a mile. I somehow was able to get my car to the shoulder, where I made a stop near Imperial Hwy's exit.

The first half hour after the accident was spent with my hands convulsing and calling the appropriate people to let them know my situation and to get a tow-truck. The next fifteen minutes after were spent with me eating my ham and turkey sandwich, because frankly...I was scared shitless and DAMN IT...I was gonna drown myself in carbs and protein (I'm an emotional eater). After eating my sandwich, I sat curled in my seat staring out the window as I watched the traffic go by - very close mind you...some truck drivers are asshole drivers and I DID NOT need the extra anxiety of being squished...I narrowly escaped crashing into the divider wall only 45 mins prior.

It was then at this point I started to cry.

The river that is my emotional turmoil finally overflowed and I cried. I can honestly say that my life had never been so bad that I had to cry about it, that is, until today. I had a total moment of reflection that my life has been nothing but a series of misfortunate events sprinkled with periods of utter disappointment and boredom. If it weren't for my friends and the people in my life who love me, I don't believe I could ever get out of bed at this point. I am so disappointed in myself and the way my life has turned out. Never did I think I'd be 26 years old, living at home with my parents, overwhelmed by debt, and constantly trying to avoid a major disaster at every turn. Life throws some pretty wicked curve balls and I am striking out miserably.

Needless to say, in about 20 minutes I am getting off work and I'm going to Cold Stones. I'm buying a pint of Coffee Lover's Only and I'm throwing on my PJs and gonna hide in my bed. I don't care that I'm gonna get sick. After 2 months of P90X and diet, my stomach may not survive this. Actually I had what is very similar to food poisioning for 4 days after eating a donut, 2 slices of pizza, and crackers with salami and cheese at work Wednesday for finals...I could not eat solid foods for 3 days after.

But you know what, at this point in my life...I DON'T CARE. I don't care if I spend all night hurling in the toilet. I'm just over it.


For those of you who don't believe me, this is my work truck without the tire:

As you can tell, 2 of the nuts were completely broken off and 2 others are bent.  I took this after the tow truck dropped me off at the auto shop in Pomona.

At this point, I'm lucky and grateful to be alive...but I can only say I hope my life gives me a break within the near future. I could use some love from the universe at this point.

Watchable but not fantastic.

If anyone has ever see the previous 3 entries into the X-men franchise, I will say that this movie was definitely better than X-Men 3, but not as great as the first 2 (which were directed by Bryan Sanger). The movie runs for about 2 hours and it's pretty action packed all the way through, so you don't feel like your being dragged through the 7 firey pits of hell (like I did watching X-Men 3).

The Pros: The fight sequences were definitely exciting, it had some pretty funny moments thanks to the comedic timing of Ryan Reynolds and the interplay between Wolverine and Gambit, naked Hugh Jackman ass (*drools*), and IT HAD GAMBIT (who happens to be my most favorite of the X-men...gotta love dirty Cajuns XD)!!!!

The Cons: Special effects were gastly (seriously, the claws on Wolverine looked completely fake), horrible inaccuracies to the origins and eventual outcomes of the Mutant X members that were shown in this movie (seriously Stan Lee, as executive-producer you should have prevented this...thanks for selling your soul to Hollywood!), and Gambit DID NOT have a Cajun accent (seriously, one of his charms is his use of the word 'Cherie'...great you got a Texan to play him to give him a southern drawl, but he needs to sound almost illiterate with his accent...)

It was definitely worth seeing, but probably not worth my staying up until 3am and now walking around like a zombie. For those who care, stay until the end of the credits for a bonus scene (which totally pissed me off, but whatever~). On an fan-girl high note, it showed the preview for "Transformers 2," which looks TOTALLY AWESOME (and for you fan boys, Megan Fox in really short shorts straddling a motorcycle *bing*)!!!

Well that's my pathetic rant, which brings me to next week's challange...who wants to brave nerddom to see "Star Trek?"

No seriously...

I have come to the conclusion that I am NOT ALLOWED to have a peaceful day. Something or someone has to come along and fuck it up for me.

Case in point:
Girls' Day of fun with Ange and Kristie

The girls and I planned a relaxing day of fun at the Glen Ivy Hot Springs and Spa this past Saturday. We just wanted to veg out and also pamper ourselves in preparation for Liz's wedding (Ange/My Friend from college) and Will's birthday dinner the following weekend.  2 weeks of planning and we decided on the Glen Ivy Resort for a day of fun.

After a Friday nite of fun karaoking with the gang in celebration of our friend Lucy's visit, I stayed the night at Ange and Will's place to drive we merry lasses to our spa day out in Corona on Saturday. We had an early start, had delicious Starbucks coffee and were on our merry way down the 71-S when *BANG!* I drive over a FLAT CARDBOARD BOX that flies back and SLASHES MY DRIVER-SIDE REAR TIRE.  A friggin cardboard box!!!! Seriously?! Was my day looking soooooo damn good that some divine force out there decided I needed a serious reality call??? 

After waiting for the AAA to come change the tire, we drove to the spa and it was a truly wonderful experience. Our day was sunny and warm, my skin became silky smooth from the mud and spas, and I had a wonderful 50 min massage (I kinda drooled a little with my face in the doughnut hole...contact Debbie for a swedish massage). It would have been the most perfect day...So why fuck me over?! Do nice people truly finish last?

You'd think after my almost year of hell that someone would be nice to me by now...

My bitchfest is over...off to hunt down a suitable tire replacement.

Finished house sitting and going back home today...I'm afraid of what my room looks like now.

Butt hurts from too much booty-popping at dance class Monday...goes to show ya white girls should not attempt to get ghetto~

Life's been pretty stress-free for me lately with work going slow. It's kinda nice to know what being bored feels like again...I've missed the feeling.

Only during exam time.

I honestly believe proctoring exams is worse than studying and taking exams.

For some odd reason, time seems to stand still when you have to stand in silence for 4 hours.  At least when you're taking a test, you're so strung out and running through all the information in your head that time seems to rush by. 

I think my mental sanity has been put to the limit these past 2 weeks and I can honestly say that there may be lingering side effects from this whole experience...

This following journal entry will show you how hard I work at my job.... =D

For shits and giggles, I went on a quest to look up the date of Thanksgiving in 2003 in a random and probably lame attempt to figure out a friend's birthday.  I remember that his birthday was exactly that day b/c I had gone out to a gay club with him on thanksgiving in celebration of it (yes... I am a proud flame dame~).  Now why couldn't I wait to do this when I get home, I don't know... but it seemed like a better use of my time than actually working on embalming, cleaning, or re-stocking supplies.

Well one thing led to another and I began surfing wikipedia (a wonderful waste of time), learning about equinoxes and lunar cycles which ultimately led me to looking up astrology signs... yes... totally random topic progression, I know.  So on further exploration I googled the term "astrology signs" and this website was the first on the list:

http://zodiac-signs-astrology.com/

Now for more shits and giggles I start reading about my sign, Virgo... and I was completely dumbfounded about how DEAD ON this website described Virgo personalities.  Sometimes I read these things and it talks about all the good in your sign, rather than focusing on the negative (or just barely touching on it), but this one described my nature to a "T".  

For further shits and giggles, I preceeded to read the reading to my boss (who also happens to be a Virgo) and she was similarly impressed by its accuracy... which then led to reading on our evil co-worker's sign (which happened to be equally correct).

So if you have any time for some shits and giggles go ahead and read up on your sign... see how accurate it portrays you and your nature.  If you're one to not believe in this space-aged nonsense, then you have no sense of fun!!

My mom is frickin' crazy! She made me put this up on my livejournal so she can watch this...

It's been so long since I've had a moment to myself to just lay down and not do anything... It's really odd, but nice at the same time.  My two part-time jobs (the one with my mom and the other with her friend) are windeling down to barely nothing, so I've been catching up on the reading and playing video games... Life is somewhat sweet again!

WTF.... How can BOTH men's and women's gymnastics perform so poorly???  If it weren't for Phelps, we wouldn't have any golds at all... 
I am a very sad panda indeed~  


On a more positive note... "The Dark Knight" in IMAX is wonderous!! (I'll go see it again with ya Eliot!)

My life is in the proverbal shit-hole, so to speak:  

1. I work 4 jobs (1 is unpaid, 2 are favor jobs, and 1 'real' job)... Needless to say I am stressed beyond belief and dead tired.  Physically, I am exhausted.  Mentally, I think I'm going insane.  I work like 80 hours a week... I still haven't sat down to total my actual working hours; I'm slightly afraid it may be more than that... Not to mention this isn't good for my carpal tunnel...
2. My right knee is fucked.  First it got scratched to all hell in the pursuit of tackling down my friend's retarded dog.  (He still owes me a new pair of jeans, since he so kindly decided not to pay me for my two weeks of house and pet sitting.) Now my knee hurts to bend it or to sit in one place for too long.  It feels like a bone, rather than a ligament or tendon issue... or so I'm hoping.  It's making all the little things in life difficult... i.e. walking up/down stairs, lifting.  It's a good thing I don't have much of an active 'social life' or else that would be shot to hell... *le sigh*
3. My family life is all messed up.  I wish my parents would figure out what the hell they're doing.  Seperate, get back together, seperate, get back together... This is NOT good for my emotional well-being (not saying my emotional well-being hasn't been in question since 1998)! 
4. I'm tired of being asked by my mother if I'm a lesbian.  I LIKE MEN, DAMMIT! I'm single because of Reason #1... Do I look like I have time to date???? >.<

So in retrospect, I'd just like to ask... Can I hurt someone... or something??? PLEASE?