I haven't slept for more than 45 minutes since I woke up at 9am on Saturday thanks to a lovely little demon called insomnia. I just spent about an hour with my hands shaking from exhaustion, but I just cannot fall asleep.

If I don't sleep tonight, it's time to go to a doctor. I can barely function at all like this.

Bleh.

On the bright side, Nathan gets home tonight!

Queen sized beds suck when you have to sleep in them alone.

This is going to be a long seven days.

Seeing the things that are happening in the world right now.. Iran in particular..

Somehow, my problems just seem very petty.

I have Facebook, Twitter, and LiveJournal accounts as well as five email accounts that I check daily.

INTERNET IS BORG. I HAVE BEEN ASSIMILATED.

I made the mistake of reading through all of my past journal entries.

I miss all of you so desperately right now.

<3

I was trolling around the intarwebz at work today and found this gem. It amused me and while it's wholly irrelevant now that I'm married, spurred me into making my own list of rules for dating me. None of these are about Nathan, thank god. And most of these guys were never spoken about to really anyone who reads this, as my First Date Disasters were nothing to brag about.

1. Do not tell me, on our first date, how beautiful your cousin (who happens to be a friend of mine and who introduced us) is. Do not follow that up with how much more beautiful I would be if I had red hair, green eyes, and pale, alabaster skin. Especially when your oh-so-beautiful cousin is pale, red-haired, and green-eyed.

2. Do not tell me that one of the things that attracted you to me is how young I look, and how you've always wanted to find an adult woman who could pass for fourteen.

3. Saying "Bec... I've always thought you were really pretty... and was really hoping that we could maybe go out to dinner tonight, if you're available?" isn't a bad start on asking me out. After I agree, it is not impressive to follow that with "Great! Let me go call my mother and ask her if I can have permission to go on a date tonight... if she says ok, how's 7 sound?". Especially when you're twenty years old, we're in college, and you live in the same dorm as me.

4. It is NEVER a good idea to talk about the X-rated Selphie x Rinoa x Quistis fanfic you wrote on any date. Much less the first.

5. When we're walking through a park and you see your ex-girlfriend approaching, suddenly grabbing me and slamming your tongue down my throat in an effort to make her jealous is going to result in me giving you a lovely right cross to the jaw and following it with a left-handed uppercut. Your ex-girlfriend watching you fall flat on the ground, bleeding from a busted lip is NOT a way to win her back, or win me over.

6. When asking me what I like to do when I'm not in class, do not roll your eyes and mutter "she would be a geek" when I mention reading, video gaming, and writing. And then try to convince me to come back to your apartment. It isn't happening, genius.

7. Telling me we could have beautiful kids together is creepy when I can count the amount of time I've spent with you in hours. Just sayin'.

These are all true, I'm sad to say. Two of these things even happened on the same date.

They're funny stories in retrospect, but geeeeeeezus they were awkward at the time. Except for decking the one guy. That felt good. >_>

I've been spending a lot of time getting more involved in things like the gay rights and feminist/women's rights movements.

Nathan made me laugh last night when I was reading a few of the websites I go to.

"I'm perfectly ok with you doing the whole gay rights thing.. but does the feminist stuff mean I have to start washing my own clothing?"

I want to find a way to mount a gatling gun on the hood of my car.

That being said, I really despise driving in rush hour traffic.

Seeing someone shoplifting from your store and being one of the unlucky employees to run after the thief sucks, especially when you're the smallest out of the two chasing the guy and fastest, so part of you is expecting to get hurt.

Having a concerned citizen tackle the thief for you in the parking lot? Fucking awesome.

Interesting day at work, to say the very least.

Why does it cost $120 to have a $280 wedding gown shortened?!?!?!?!

That's more than a third of what the damn dress cost!

I fucking hate bridal shops.

Attention San Antonio:

When you drive like a jackass and have a "How am I driving?" bumper sticker on your car, I'm calling.

When you drive like an asshole and have your company's phone number in huge fucking letters on your car, I'm calling.

I will stop calling when the city as a whole learns how to use a goddamn fucking TURN SIGNAL. IT ISN'T HARD, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

Ever have a day when you wonder who put Stupid in the city water supply?


In related news, I hate retail.

I am still making up all the school work I missed while I was injured. There is one week left in the semester before ZOMG EXAMS. This is slightly not good.

I work Geek Squad at Best Buy now. Due to staffing shortages, I was on the sales floor on Black Friday. With the $450 HP laptops in a LOCKED case behind me. As I bent down to unlock it and hand the first box to a customer, I quite literally got knocked down and trampled by the mob. There was an SAPD officer standing ten feet away from me, because my store paid the city to have some police officers in the store with us to prevent such a thing from happening. He watched me get trampled. And did nothing. RAGE.

I had a fractured rib and many, many bruises from the damn mob. I hate humanity.

Other than that... 80's and 90's cartoons are not nearly as cool as I remember. *is watching Captain Planet*

I'm recovered from the concussion now. About damn time.

I got dropped from my architecture class. KILL.

My car's still in the shop, which makes me sad. I hate driving rental cars.

I start school and work again tomorrow. Oh fucking joy.

I drive a little Mazda Protege.

I discovered on Friday that in the battle between Bec's lil' car and a big ass Ford F-250 truck with a grill guard... the truck wins. Truck rear-ended me. My car's somewhat drivable, if you don't need a back bumper. His truck is fine.

I'm... quasi-ok. I have no broken bones, but I have a severe concussion... severe enough so I'm seeing double-everything and everything's blurry. Oh, and when I stand up, I get so dizzy I almost fall down. Fun!

Typing this is kinda hard. It'd be impossible if I didn't know where all the keys were without looking.

I'm not allowed to return to work/school until I've been cleared by a neurologist, since apparently head injuries are serious. Who knew?

My work's being awesome about it. They're all worried about me and not giving me any shit about being out of work indefinitely. School... four of my professors are being incredibly nice, and have let me know that any homework I have can be turned in late, they'll help me take make-up tests, etc. One has said that due to her attendance policy, if I'm not back by Thursday, she's dropping me from the course. BITCH. I can't even fucking read without getting dizzy. I have to spell-check this just to make sure I typed it right, because I can't fucking read what I'm writing. I found this part of the website by trial-and-error, and she expects me to be in class?!?!

Bleh. I'm going to go lay back down. I just figured I'd give everyone a head's up as to why I'm missing.

I

hate

my

architecture

class.

I'd almost forgotten I have this. I think the best way to revive this is with something that amused me... so...

Yesterday at work, I was helping out in the video game section and a customer came up to me to ask a question.

Him: Do you have any one year subscription cards to XBox Live gold?
Me: Yup! *walks over to one, picks it up and hands it to him*
Him: ...I said a one year card. Can't you read? *throws it at me and leaves store, angry*

...the card stated it was a twelve month subscription.

...

I hope he never reproduces.

This amused me:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18289647/

Life Revision 6.2

Not sure if I can stomach three years of anatomy classes. The one I'm in is bad enough. I want to do something where I can help people and would like to be a nurse, but I'm realistic about myself. If I can't stand taking the courses, I'm going to end up dropping out again.

My nutrition/dietary science course interests me a lot though. I talked to my prof about what it would take to go into that field today. Might pursue it, might not. If I don't go that route, I'll probably end up wimping out and getting my degree in English and teaching.

Oy.

It's a windy day. Extremely windy. So I got my kite out and let it fly.

My neighbors thought I was crazy.

I suppose most people don't fly kites by opening their bedroom windows, sitting on their bed, and feeding kite string through the window.

So I went outside, more because the sun came out and I felt like being outdoors. And they still stared at me.

Perhaps climbing up onto the roof of the laundry building and laying down, watching the kite sway in the breeze was a bit much.