July 12, 2009

So I'm curled up in my comfortable maxi dress on my bed, importing 2001 into my iTunes, in something of a painkiller daze.  "Fuck You" is kind of a fun song.  "I just want to fuck bad bitches, all them nights I never had bitches, now I'm all up in that ass bitches."  God, I love the man.  Sometimes you just need to listen to some classic, hard, gangsta rap to get confident and proud again.  Dr. Dre wouldn't let a little earache get him down.  A little pain ain't nothin to a thug.  Speaking of thugs, that reminds me of my most favorite line from Weeds: "Thug means never having to say you're sorry."  And that's a fact.
Ibuprofen took some pain away last night and I watched Big Love in peace.  I took two tablets at 10 and was comfortable enough to fall asleep at 11:15.  Sadly, the effect wore off quickly after and I awoke at 12:45 in terrible pain.  I couldn't fall asleep again, so I decided to go downstairs and watch some more of my show.  I got through three more episodes, then put on the tv to see if perhaps horrible programming like The Nanny or a country music anthology informercial would rock me to sleep.  No such luck.  I was awake until four, went to bed until five, woke up in pain again, went online for an hour or so, went to bed at six and finally rose for good at eight-thirty.  It was the worst night's sleep ever.  But it's okay because I had Big Love to keep me company.  It's a REALLY good show, if anyone's interested in picking up a new tv show.  Good acting, clever dramatic scenarios, interesting look at polygamy.  So ch-ch-ch-check it out.
I need to buy a new iPod.  I guess I could do that today.  I have nothing else to do.
There's a rattlesnake in my backyard at the moment.  Brian was cleaning up his toys and he reached over to grab a ball and saw the snake right next to his hand.  It was eating a rat that it killed.  Gross, but I guess that's what happens when you live in a canyon.  You can't expect nature to just take place away from you.  I offered to take care of it, because right now I am physically the weakest link.  I was volunteering to act out Survival of the Fittest, in other words.  I thought it would be rude not to offer at least.  I'm pretty sure it's still hiding in out the shed that houses our pool pump.  I have to hand it to him, that was a nice strategic move.  There's no way we can get to him without him getting to us first.  Bravo, snake, bravo.
I register for classes on Friday and I have to say, I'm excited for the new semester.  I plan on taking a required history class with Janine, and then four english courses.  They all sound fun too.  This is my wish list:
American History Post-Civil War
Greek Mythology and Legend
English 308W
American Literature 1960-present
Kill Will: Shakespeare in Lit and Film
Fun fun, yes?  I'm particularly excited for the Greek mythology class.  I've always been highly interested in the subject and cannot wait to become acquainted with all of it.
I go on my family vacation a week from today.  We are traveling up the CA coast, from Santa Barbara to San Francisco.  Melissa is going to get dinner with the family when we're up there; it'll feel nice providing her first real meal since she left San Diego.  I'm just excited to have a week sans technology.  It's such a peaceful feeling.  I'm going to buy Steinbeck's follow up novel to Cannery Row , Sweet Thursday.  I mean, what better to read when in Monterrey than a book centered in Monterrey?
Okay.  I'm done I guess. 
The End.

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