So Much for Mensa

Wednesday was my last official day for the semester. Yet why, one day later, am I already stupid? Shouldn't the atrophy of the brain not set in until around late-June? Nope, not for me. One day out of school, and I'm officially brain dead.

My cell phone officially died late Wednesday night. It cannot dial, the display is broken, and although it rings with an incoming call, it cannot pick up. So I went ahead and ordered a new one, which should be here either Saturday or Tuesday. (Goddamn holiday weekend.) I'm sure you are thinking that this is a non sequitur, but really, the point is coming.

The only thing left that I can do with my phone is call from another line to check the messages. I've been borrowing my dad's cell for that purpose until my situation is cleared up. Anyway, last night, I am at my boyfriend's place, which is a cell-signal black hole, and Cingular mocks any attempt I make to dial out. I borrow my boyfriend's phone, which is Sprint, and has a little more luck. But when I call my number, I get that annoying message that says my phone is no longer in service or has been disconnected.

At this point, I'm pissed. I'm figuring that the chick I spoke to at Cingular earlier that day to order my phone has screwed something up. I call back fuming, and sit on hold forever, until one of the techs dials my phone, and it rings. So I figure the problem is fixed. I hang up, and dial my number again, only to get the same message, that it is disconnected.

I'm ready to cry at this point. I'm stomping around the apartment, cussing out Cingular and talking about joining another carrier, when it hits me. My boyfriend's line is a 650 area code. Mine is a 408. I forgot to input the area code.

So yeah, I'm a moron.

What can I say, I was bored

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Marissa
Birthday:	Two Days After Christmas
Birthplace:	San Jose, CA
Current Location:	awe, this makes me feel pitiful
Eye Color:	Brown (sigh)
Hair Color:	Depends, but naturally light brown
Height:	5'8" barefoot
Right Handed or Left Handed:	trained rightie
Your Heritage:	with my luck, the only thing i'll inherit from my parents is obesity
The Shoes You Wore Today:	high heeled black leather boots, later sneakers
Your Weakness:	useless toys, gummy candy, cartoons
Your Fears:	getting old, death, zombies, getting fat (again)
Your Perfect Pizza:	BBQ chicken or Pepperoni Pineapple
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Moving into an apartment (hopefully before the end of summer)
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	"k", "...", "one minute"
Thoughts First Waking Up:	my breasts feel really soft
Your Best Physical Feature:	my lips
Your Bedtime:	usually in the middle of dates
Your Most Missed Memory:	when my late grandpa would teach me dirty songs
Pepsi or Coke:	Diet Pepsi
MacDonalds or Burger King:	ew gross, but Burger King sells Simpsons toys
Single or Group Dates:	um, am i dating the whole group?...single then
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Nestea i think
Chocolate or Vanilla:	mmm....chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Americano or Sugar Free Non Fat Vanilla Lattes
Do you Smoke:	not anymore
Do you Swear:	like a sailor on shore leave
Do you Sing:	again...like a sailor on shore leave
Do you Shower Daily:	yes, more if i have company
Have you Been in Love:	a long time ago
Do you want to go to College:	almost finished with undergrad
Do you want to get Married:	nope...don't think so
Do you belive in yourself:	you spelled "believe" wrong, so I refuse to answer the question
Do you get Motion Sickness:	only if i read in the car
Do you think you are Attractive:	actually, yes I do
Are you a Health Freak:	working on becoming one recently
Do you get along with your Parents:	sure, when the drugs kick in
Do you like Thunderstorms:	love em...want one everyday
Do you play an Instrument:	a few, but want to learn the banjo
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	a little
In the past month have you Smoked:	if you count second-hand
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	prescription Vicodin
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	yep, and i managed to stay awake through about half of them
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	hmm...i think so
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	nope
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	not sure, probably not
In the past month have you been on Stage:	in some sense of the word
In the past month have you been Dumped:	nope
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	i know someone that wishes I had
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	nope
Ever been Drunk:	uh, once or twice....ha ha
Ever been called a Tease:	might as well be my name
Ever been Beaten up:	yeah, but i won, my brother fights like a sissy
Ever Shoplifted:	when i was younger...now i stick mainly to lawn ornament reappropriation
How do you want to Die:	with dignity; or at least something really interesting that gets news coverage
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	exactly the same as I am now, but with money
What country would you most like to Visit:	India
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	Grey or Blue
Favourite Hair Color:	Dirty Blonde or Bleached Blonde
Short or Long Hair:	mmm...long (but only a few men can pull it off)
Height:	around 5'10" or taller
Weight:	physically fit preferably
Best Clothing Style:	on men? dress shirts and slacks are hot; on women? sexy revealing clothing
Number of Drugs I have taken:	can't remember, the drugs have affected my memory
Number of CDs I own:	over 300....getting too high to count
Number of Piercings:	currently 6, planning on 1 to 2 more
Number of Tattoos:	1...Blinky the fish on my ankle
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	if you can't change it, no point in agonizing about it

No Renting Roach Motels

I should be studying for finals right now. But instead, I am online looking at listings for 2 bedroom apartments. I may be moving in with a friend in the next couple of months. Our hope is to get something affordable and not too far from campus.

I found a listing for what looked like a great apartment offer on craigslist, and googled it to see if there was a site with more pics and info. I found more stuff on the forrent.com site, and from the pictures and floorplans and property overview, it looked like a really cool place and worth checking out. I called the management, and confirmed the pricing, so everything seemed sweet.

Fortunately, I had the sense to check out a renter review site online, and now know this place is not even worth looking at, not even if they charged half of the already low price. They received the lowest reviews of any apartment complex on there. The universal complaint was theft and vandalism in the supposedly secure parking facility, and roaches and mold in the apartments themselves. No wonder it was so cheap.

I have since found a couple better places, with very high reviews, that I hope to look into after finals. It is very important for me to have a nice place to live. It was already a big decision to decide to to have the one roommate. I don't think I could handle a couple hundred of them that come out at night, shit on my stuff, and then scurry back under the floorboards. Ah...reminds me of the freshman dorm housing at Humboldt....

Yes, You Are A Dork...

So apparently, in order to achieve official relationship status these days, applications and testing are required. My response to this is to create a test of my own to determine whether or not someone has relationship potential for me. Here it is:

1. Would you ever make me take a ridiculous exam to decide whether or not I was girlfriend material?

That's the only question.

No Retractions Allowed!

So apparently, I'm retarded. I keep referring to Tuesday, the 17th, as my last day of school. It is my last day of classes, but I still have finals after that. My last day of finals is Wednesday, the 25th.

Someone was making fun of me for this the other day. He had asked me what day was my last day of school, so I told him Tuesday, and he offered to take me out to celebrate on Tuesday night. Well, we were talking the other day, and I was talking about my finals schedule. He started giving me such a hard time.

He complained that there was no point in hanging out Tuesday because I would still be stressed over school stuff. So I accused him of attempting to retract the offer, and pouted. He responded by telling me I provided erroneous information, and it was my fault. We are still hanging out on Tuesday night however.

I just thought i'd leave a little record of how utterly clueless i must be. Oh well...

Not Fast Enough!!!!!!!!!!

School is almost over. Tuesday. Next Tuesday. Then Finals. Then I am free. Free at last. Well...sort of.

So that is why i have not been blogging lately. Catching up after the surgery and all. But I will return at full force soon enough.

Scholastic Slavery

I keep joking about how it figures I need to undergo surgery in order to get some time off. I don't feel this last week really counts as vacation though, since I'm drugged and in pain through most of it. Hardly a holiday. So by this point, I'm desperate for some time off, or of just a day where I can relax, and not have a billion other things in the back of my mind that I'm worried about.

However, it looks like that is not in the cards for me for quite some time. Today, I've been attempting to study for an exam I have tomorrow. It has not been going well...the painkillers I'm on are having a negative effect on my concentration. I was taking a break and decided to look through my class syllabi to figure out what will going on for the next few weeks. And discovered I'm basically a slave to my studies until May 25th.

All of my professors have decided to throw all these projects and extra chapters at the last minute. All five classes. Throw in the fact that I am still healing from the surgery, and I have to go in on Monday to have these wicks removed from my lower teeth, which will require added healing time.

So what this all comes down to is the death of my social life for another 2 or 3 weeks. I'm seriously going to need to cut loose and unwind after that last final. Because I don't think I'm going anywhere but the library before then. Sigh...

Meow-ijuana

Tugger the Toker

My dad has been fixing up his little garden in the backyard recently, and so he has been visiting yard and garden stores to find neat stuff to plant. At one of the stores he found something called "Cat Mint", which i guess is like Catnip but different. He planted a little patch of it in the corner of the garden to see if maybe the cats might like it.

Well, I walked into the kitchen the other day, and I looked into the backyard. Our cat Tugger was going absolutely crazy on top of the cat mint. He was having a sexual experience with it. It was so entertaining. He was rubbing up against it, and emitting these hilarious noises.

Afterwards, he stumbles into my room and climbs up on my bed. He's got this tired look in his eyes, which are completely dilated even though its dark inside. He just sprawls out on the corner of my bed and purrs and stares at the TV for the next couple of hours.

I swear, he reminded me of my roommates from Humboldt State. Little Tweaker.