Lyrics

You guys know how I love posting lyrics. So here I am again. Posting some lyrics from songs I like

They don't know me yet/ the day will soon come/ they don't know my best/ the day will soon come/ - Anjulie - The Day Will Soon Come

I'm on the pursuit of happiness/and i know everything is shining always gonna be gold/ and i'll be fine when i get it/ i'll be good - Kid Cudi feat MGMT and Ratatat

Oh the woes.

This week has quite the unsuccessful week for me I must say and David Bowie is probably disappointed by me.

I didn't get the job that I applied for even though I nailed both of the interviews...I guess they were looking for someone more hip and younger.

The other job I wanted to apply for has "maxed out" whatever that means.

The lab I wanted to work for is only available during the time I have class.

We definitely failed at trivia last night.

I definitely got trashed and ended up vomiting a bunch of sweet desserts.

I dropped a grand of money this week on various school supplies.

My feet hurt from wearing flats.

My back and hips hurt from my discombobulated bag on my shoulders.

Things are definitely not the way they seem.

On the plus side, I really enjoy my classes that I'm in. They mostly revolve around discussing how we are fucked and being oppressed in society. Truth. So basically I'm fucked as a SLU Student, a Woman, and a person living among technology.

My Nemesis

The GRE is seriously like climbing a huge sand mountain, it is both tiring and mostly impossible.

As I approach my final undergraduate college career, I have been given the choice to take a wondrous standardized test called the GRE aka the Graduate Record Exam aka the pain in my ass. The GRE is supposed to test all the things you didn't learn about in college so you can do something that you actually know about in Graduate School.

I am a Psychology major so of course it is necessary that you test all of my math abilities that I have since that last time I took a math course was in high school, makes a lot of sense. I'm being tested on math that I learned in MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!, let's see that was about....7 years ago. I'm sure I'm going to need to know how to calculate the volume of a quadrilateral figure when I'm a psychologist as well as know that the synonyms and antonyms of the word calculate.

So like every college student in my place right now has their stack of GRE vocab flash cards, GRE study guide, and another guide called All the Math You DIDN'T learn in College. Is this a test going to be a measurement of what I learned in college, NO. Instead it will be a test of all the things I could cram and learn from various sources in a span of 6 months. You would think that once you got out of high school that standardized tests no longer existed, but alas...you need another one to get into another school. Oh did I tell you that this test is $140, $40 to send to the school of your choice and most applications to schools are also about $40. So let's do some arithmetic that I just learned: $140+$40(10)+$40(10) = $940+/- that is if I apply to the recommended 10 colleges.

GRE, you are my nemesis and I furiously shake my fist at you! Excuse me, I mean...GRE YOU ARE MY ADVERSARY AND I CORYBANTICLY BRANDISH MY FIST AT YOU

5 hearts!

Today my horoscope gave me 5 hearts out of 5 so basically it means that I'm getting married. I never get 5 hearts so I'm wondering what's going to happen. I should probably get out of my house or something. Here are some music that I have been enjoying.



1. Scottish band, Maple Leaves makes super cute indie pop.



2. Friendship is a nerdy English band that gives you sweet and dirty rock n roll!



3. Gavin Glass is an Irish man who is mainly inspired by Bob Dylan, The Band, Tom Waits, Elvis Presley, etc. so to saytheleast he is pretty good at sounding southern.

Exhausted.

I wish I had my camera cord so I could upload pic or that my laptop battery charger didn't set a flame so I could upload my photos, but alas all I can offer is my words.

I am extremely exhausted right now because of weekend festivities! I think I slept 15 hours today which is extremely disgusting and I'm still tired! So this weekend was Pitchfork Music Festival and my baby cousin's rager. It was all a lot of fun, but really tiring.

On Saturday was the beginning of it all
so it was a pretty nice day minus the interspersions of random rain. I got to see Beirut, Yeasayer, parts of Matt & Kim, Final Fantsay (my high light), Plants and Animals, and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart.

Final Fantasy was my favorite b/c he was SOO CUTE.

This was also the day of my baby cousin's debut to the world? Although she's been here for about 2 and half months now. They rented a buffet for her coming out party! Which is absurd and ridiculous b/c Asians only really do that for Buddhist Fundraisers or Graduation Parties not babies that have been born 2 and half months back. SO whatever, but I couldn't go b/c of above reasons. But I got to go to the rager that was called the after party that started around midnight. Mind you that they started at the buffet at 8pm. SO these crazy asians were partying since 8pm. So I was like alright I can hang for like 2 hours that ain't going to kill me. LITTLE DID I KNOW....I was so wrong. The rager went on till 4am and then my room was kidnapped by party crashers. Actually it was just my baby cousin and her mom who are allowed to sleep at their own rager I suppose. So I was left to fend for my own looking for a bed in my own home until 4 am. It was atrocious. We have so much booze left over. It's crazy and I have no idea where it's going to go b/c no one in my house drinks... we have hundreds of bottles of beer and dozens of wine bottles. I have no idea why we had so much to begin with.

So sleep deprived I woke up on Sunday to begin day 2 of my pitchfork festivities where I got to
The Flaming Lips (my high light), Grizzy Bear, Frightened Rabbit, Blizten Trapper, Women, and parts of The Killer Whales. It was really relaxing and the weather was amazing, but it was hard considering how tired I was from the rager from the night before.

Lesson of the weekend: My parents throw way better parties than I do.