Oh, it’s only supposed to be 90 today. Yay?

Enough with all the Christmas in July.  Christmas in December is almost too much for me.

Sorry.  Should I make some sausages?  I should make some sausages.  Maple sausages.

I’m still having food issues.  Maybe it’s the heat.  I don’t know.  I’m hating it though.  I just want to eat and not have it be somehow traumatic.

Oh that Jennifer.  She’s not so bad when she’s not talking politics.  Oh wait … yeah never mind.

Death with a tan.

I am not at all ready for this exam.  I never seem to be.

There’s a whole universe there that I’ve hovered around.  There’s no landing pad.  Or at least not one I know the location of.

I’m just waiting to be

My weather thing says it’s 88 and storming.  It is most definitely not … ohhhhh thunder!

Nope, gonna go right on by.  No rain for you, Jentober!

Stop checking your work email, Jennifer.

Take Bat For Lashes off your iPod Jennifer.   They’re just never a good idea.

HST would have been 75 today.

I really kind of hate this class.  Or more accurately, I do not like the professor.  At all.  He doesn’t respond to the university email, which he is supposed to do.  He didn’t respond to his ridiculous alternate email.  His lectures were recorded in 2008, for Christ’s sake.  I’m irritated right now.  Very irritated.  His lectures and test questions are outdated.  He is claiming that more men than women vote today, but this is not true.  In recent years women outnumber men at the polls.  “In fact, in 2008, almost 55 percent of women ages 18 – 22 voted in the presidential election, about 8 percentage points more than men of the same age group, according to the U.S. Census Bureau.” (source: ABC news)  You’re a political science professor.  Shouldn’t your lectures be CURRENT???

I AM VERY IRRITATED.  I can’t wait to fill out the survey at the end of class.  This isn’t a class, it’s a joke.  What are we paying this guy for?

I KNEW if I left the windows down on the Tick it would rain.  Yay!  Wait.  Seriously?  That’s all the rain we’re getting?  Bastards!

Argh.

I’m so tired of sweating.  I hate this summer.

I wonder if they’re having fun at the fair.

I can’t concentrate.  I should go sit in a coffee shop.  I hate sitting in coffee shops.

The heat, and this class, are making me grumpy.  I apologize.

I need some cowboy boots.  And a Stetson.  Yes, need.  What?

We should be ranchers of some kind.  I think that’s what I was supposed to do.

I’ve eaten 4 breakfast sausages today.  Wait, 4 1/2.  That’s not good.  And also most likely why I typed eated first.

oodles.

And then some.

Pizza rolls will make them happy.

Wow, it’s late.  What a crappy post.

I haven’t been linking you much lately because they always come up as broken after a couple of days.  Which is generally wrong, and also a pain.  If you need music, check the thursday soundtrack posts.

Representative democracy direct democracy indirect trustee delegate stop saying innepenents.

Michigen.  Michigin.

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to know the answer to that question when I’m no where near whatever it is that just happened.

I have to find something new to have associated with me.  Zombies are so mainstream now.  I’m thinking werewolves are the next big thing.

I need a much much much larger insulated cup thingamawhatsit.  Miss W calls them isolated cups.

Dammit, dog!

I need to pack.

Incentivized.

I would be a really good governor, but I’d be a terrible president.

A very cold shower might be good.  Refreshing.  I have been studying all day.  I hate this class.

Wow.  KISS at the Allegan County Fair.  I should really go to that.

I saw so many huge country stars there as a kid.  Johnny Cash was my first ever concert.  I was 4 or 5.  I don’t think I’ve been to that fair since the 8th grade.

It was random cell phone pic day again.  I wasn’t terribly exciting, I know.

I suppose I should post this blog that I didn’t create.  Granted it’s not a small business.  I’ve never gotten a penny for it.  But it’s certainly entertaining.

Stupid exam on vacation.

These chickens are not going to bed.

Oh it’s the middles.  I better ride herd.  Or walk herd.  Shoo them.  Whatever.  Ba-gawk!

No, no. Don’t look now. Don’t look down.

WordPress fucked with my settings.  Nothing works the way I want it to any more.

I need July to be over now.

i just wanted

No one ever looks excited to be going to work at McDonald’s.

I just don’t see how you can be all “Obamacare sucks!” and then endorse Romney.  It’s a damn shame that Romney is the one who ended up with the nomination.  I really wish the GOP had taken Gary Johnson more seriously.

Yes, I am wearing the same skirt I wore yesterday.  Don’t judge me.

I am going to be in meetings for literally half my day.  Ooph.

“Would it be better for state government to only be comprised of two parties?”  Isn’t state government already only comprised of two parties?  I can’t think of a single third party politician currently in office in MI, though I could be wrong.  “Some political scientists have proposed that political machines can be good under the right conditions?”  That’s not really a question.  I don’t know how I’m supposed to respond to that.

Grr.   Argh.

Crap.  Fire drill this morning.

I think I need to address the lack of donuts at these meetings during this meeting.

Dear Lord, just stop already.

Argh.  I was hoping I wouldn’t have to go through HSIRB. Oh good!  I don’t!

Ha.  Men in Belted Sweaters.  heheheh

and my copmplete inamnility to tuype today

I don’t know how I’m going to make it to Ladies and Lead tomorrow night.  When are we going to bathe this chicken?

We have the cake.

I changed my name to Miss Moneypenny.

It’s free Slurpee day at 7-11.  Do we still have any 7-11s around here?

I’m finding, these days, that more often than not, I really hate the internet.

Most of the time artist bios, which are generally written by the artist, come across as incredibly pretentious and conceited.  I have thus far avoided writing an artist bio (except for that one time when I tried to be as objective and self deprecating as possible).  No, really, tell me again how creative you are and what an artistic eye you have.  Please.  I think you should allow your work to speak for itself and reserve the bio for facts.  You can talk about what you were trying to do in an artist’s statement.  But even then, tone it the hell down.  There is no faster way to turn me off your work than to talk about how talented you are.

Oh my goodness!  I have font options!  OK, this takes some of the sting out of my annoyance with WordPress.

Wait.  Which font was I using before?

hmm

I’m not going to qualify my statement.  I’m not here to protect your precious baby monkey feelings.

I like cheese.

Friday marks the official start of my thesis project.  I’m excited.  I’m also hoping I get more responses because that’s 40 people and not even half have replied.

Well.  I have the paracord.

I wish I were half as cool as that woman.

“The House has voted to Repeal ObamaCare in a 244-185 vote.”  Yay!  But it’s fairly meaningless.

Absolutely haunting.

How about, instead of complaining to me about these petty little non issues, you just go ahead and make the change yourself?

I’ll see you before dinner, actually.

Breakfast Dinner.

I can’t think of a single food that sounds at all appealing to me right now.  I hate those phases.

I need to shave.  But I’m not washing my hair.  It’s too complicated.

Chocolate doesn’t even sound good.  I hate it when I feel like I’m forcing myself to eat something because then I just gag.  I’m hungry.  I just can’t find what I want.

Oh dear.  Double digit multiplication tears.  Remain calm, you’ll get it.

This calls for Norway candy.

I must go prepare Tennison for Ladies and Lead.

And we shall give them pancakes.  And they shall be delicious.  The pancakes.  Not the people.  The pancakes will be delicious.

July is way way way way way too busy.  Too much happening in July.  I’m feeling panicky.

Wow, I was out there a  long time!

Sausages!

New tires today.  Finally.

Why is it called Magic Mike?  What’s so magical about him?

Everything I’ve read about this whole Katie Holmes business, and honestly, why am I reading anything about it at all?  But everything I’ve read sounds like a woman running from an abusive husband.  Scientology is creepy shit, man.  Now they’ll sue me for saying they’re creepy.  Bastards.

I am not bringing homework to the tire store.  It’s too complicated.

I’m so hot.

God, I wish it would freaking rain.

Well.  What should have taken an hour is now consuming my entire day.

I need lunch.

I can’t keep all this stuff straight.

It’s weird not to have a Random Confederacy shot coming up this weekend.

This heat is actually affecting my thinking.  My brain is not working properly at all.

it’s it’s it’s

Edit.  Edit some more.  And then some editing.  I still haven’t finished my Washington trip.  SO busy.

I don’t really get the word “amazeballs.”  Of course I still use slang from the 80s, so there’s that.

I do not take good fireworks photos, and I’m ok with that.  I love shooting Miss W with long exposures on Independence Day.  I’ve done some of my favorite images that way.

Oh boy.

There is no such thing as cool.  107?  Jaysus.

I’m going swimming.  Fuckit.

The Tick likes his new tires.  Even though it took all frickin day.

Melty milk chocolate M&Ms are among my favorite things ever.

I think my thesis project is going to be good.

When are we leaving?

Apparently I’m supposed to rinse my tea leaves before steeping.  Huh.  Which reminds me, I still haven’t ordered tea.

The actual temperature is now over 100 degrees.  It’s not just the “real feel,” which was 107 earlier.  I mean it’s hotter here than it is in Vegas.  Which is a desert.

Don’t you mean bloop?

I haven’t done any homework today and I’m totally ok with that.

Um.  This is not my tire, Discount Tire.  My tire was not half bald with a big gash in the sidewall.  I am not happy.

Man.  I’m so sweaty.  It’s like I never even went to the lake.

Well.  It’s broken.  How bout that.

Very late dinner.  Bad habit.

I have to say, after that trip to the lake, I feel considerably less self conscious about how I look in a bathing suit.

The red head thing must run in the family or something.

I wish it was cool enough to knit.

Stop leaving, woman!  Jeebus.

I think it would be cool if people just randomly sent me books for no reason sometimes.  Just a sort of a “Hey, Jen.  This book needed to come to you,” kind of deal.  “Thought you’d enjoy this.”  Or “Perhaps you should learn something, you half wit,” maybe.  I dunno.

no one

The door they fixed is now broken.  Great.

“I hate doors. I’ve always had trouble with doors, as far back as I can remember.”

wherever it is, it ain’t here

They’re an endangered species.

It’s a fucking goat rodeo.

I am disenchanted.

Yes.  This day officially sucks.

Maybe you be me for a while and

What’s with all the makeup?

She’s the only one you never take pictures of.  She’s the only one you consistently leave out.

I wonder what she’s eating.

I don’t even know why I’m here right now.

I’m so tired.  So very very tired.

I’m almost entirely off Diet Coke.  I have mixed feelings about what that might mean.

The Mister bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Hunter S. Thompson.

I used to have a friend who invited HST to both of her weddings.  He did not accept.

My friend Jennifer made me realize I’ve been lacking HST in my life lately.  I haven’t read anything in a few years.  So this morning I started reading Gonzo, which feels sort of voyeuristic to me.

My life, in comparison, has been shockingly wholesome.

Back to school tomorrow.  Whee.

Go, Go, Toddzilla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really don’t think I need a chakra cookbook, thank you.

I just put the phone down 5 minutes ago and already I don’t remember where it is.

It’s just a business card.  It’s not a company car.

I wish it would rain.

Suits my mood.

Actually, this one.

It’s interesting to me how I associate certain events in my life with what I was reading at the time.  I was reading The Great Shark Hunt when the Mister was in the hospital with his brain tumor removal recovery.  That was a weird weekend.  When I was in Mexico I was reading No One Here Gets Out Alive.  Norway was Keeping Faith.  The only thing I could read when I was pregnant was Smoke and Mirrors.

Some people have songs.  I have those too.  But mostly I have books.

I dunno.  Buy the ticket, take the ride.  The end.