Are you high on acid?!

If I see one more commercial for some stupid product that is supposed to magically fix your red eyes, or make your stretch marks disappear, or help you loose 50 pounds and all you have to do is sign up for the free trial to be a f*cking guinea pig, I will scream. Who would willingly take the chance of, I don't know, discoloring your skin or bursting into flame for a "miracle product"? Come on everyone, let's all just face facts: If this company doesn't have enough caliber to test their own products on their own time then perhaps we shouldn't be giving them the time of day.

Aaaaand that is my short rant.

Goodnight.

Graduation

On Thursday I graduated. But not really. But sort of. I knew this would happen but I did it anyway, I guess I couldn't pass up the opportunity for attention. I applied for "graduation" because I had completed the requirements for my advanced business certificate, which believe you me, wasn't easy. (If I ever have to take another Accounting class in my life I will shoot myself)

However, I didn't feel like I was truly graduating in the sense of the word. I didn't invite anyone I knew, I didn't let people know in advance, I just kinda wanted to throw it under the carpet...and yet...I worked really fucking hard to get that damn piece of paper that has my name on it and I deserve some recognition!

Ricky jokes that I will be a doctor one day and graduate more than just twice, but I think twice is good enough for now. In May, 2013, if the world hasn't ended, I'll be graduating with an Associates of Applied Science with a major in Digital and Film Arts. This will be THE graduation. Or graduation no.2 as I like to call it. Then everyone I know is invited, then there will be a big drinking party, then I will remind people 6 months in advance it's happening. Graduation no.1 was the warm up...in two years, I'll be a seasoned veteran.

Speaking of pale white people..

Why does it feel so good to lay out in the sun on a cool summer day? This is just such a day. And as I sit here at work and wonder how long my brain will store useless information such as how to calculate board feet, the fax number, how to fill out a Neshap, or what pictures need to be submitted for historic review: minor documentation, I find that I am actually pretty lucky on days such as these.

I don't have a scheduled lunch break and I don't have hawaiian shirt Friday but today I get to lay out on the roof of the office and spend 15 minutes on each side..a luxury most 9-5er's don't have. Granted, it's not dental or health care but at least it is something. If I don't hold on to the little things, I'll end up pulling all my hair out. And as of late there is a lot of it, hair that is. I've been growing it out. But that's a whole other story. Which reminds me of a photoshop project I want to experiment with.

How's that for a cliff hanger? Granted, not that exciting but still, I bet you want to know what the project is all about..

Write it down or it means nothing.

Can someone please explain why I will "graduate" before knowing my final grades? I mean, I know that I have passed my classes with at least B's but what if I hadn't? What if I had done the very minimum, hoping I would pass? I would never know I won't actually be receiving my certificate until AFTER I had all my family and friends come watch me walk. Can we say embarrassing? Like I mentioned before, luckily, I'm not in that boat..I guess I just don't want people getting the recognition they deserve if they don't actually deserve it. I am weird about these sorts of things.

I am super addicted to written achievements or written anything for that matter. If it is written down, it means more to me than if it is just said. So when I actually receive my advanced business certificate in the mail and I can hold it in my hands and frame it on my wall, I will feel satisfied. Not that is a huge achievement but I spent around 3k on it so I might as well recognize my hard earned money by glorifying the damn piece of paper.

I've kinda upset myself about spending so much money so I'm going to play Sims Medieval now.

Medieval Times

Let me first explain that I have been recently obsessed with the new Sims Medieval game. Good, glad I got that out of the way; now on to more pressing matters. I think it is perfectly absurd that I would be completely comfortable tending a garden in the morning, taking a tea break before gathering up the sheep in the afternoon on my trusty steed and then finishing up the day with a nice fire while I cook oatmeal. (Yes, I have oatmeal for dinner...if that's the only qualm you have about my day then 10 points for you.)

This quaint cottage dream I have imagined for myself seems hardly enough to satisfy my passion for writing, film, theatre, travel and the like, however, I enjoy the fantasy none the less. Of course, this all takes place in Ireland so at least that covers "travel".

There is a small void inside of me that wants to be filled with earthy type things. That probably doesn't make any sense to you normal folk, but I get all warm and fuzzy thinking about all the things I could grow in my garden. I swoon at the thought of eating cucumber sandwiches and drinking raspberry tea in my over sized chair by the fire. I feel like I missed all these luxuries somehow...Am I losing my mind? I probably should have been born a Brit. I could be raising sheep in Ireland right now if it weren't for my nosy immigrant ancestors wanting to escape to the great new world of America. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy Disneyland, baseball and hot apple pie just as much as the next person, but can't the two worlds combine into one?

Can't I have my cake and drink tea too?

(Side note: If Google tries to tell me that "theatre" is spelled "theater" one more time I will vomit.)