We're now at the beginning of hour 5 of 6 of JP's 6 hour lecture on our holiday. 

The horror.  The horror. 

I think I'm finally hitting that breaking point where I really, really don't give a shit about school anymore.  I am so done with this quarter; with UCSD Art in general.  

I have less then 4 weeks left.  3 weeks if they keep the norm and we don't do anything finals week.  In that time, I still have 2 films and a script to do.  

I really don't want to do any more work.  I'm tired of losing sleep because of schoolwork.  I'm tired of days like today where I wasted 6 hours sitting in lecture and learning absolutely nothing but watching "Art film."  I'm tired of not being able to watch the films I want to watch because I have to watch Art Film.  I'm tired of stupid essays in film production classes that serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever.   

I'm tired of putting my life on hold because of school; of not being able to keep up on housework, side projects, social life.  Of not being able to exercise or eat right simply because I don't have time to eat more than twice a day. 

I'm through.  I really am.  I just want out.  

So yeah.  Long story ahead. 


So yesterday afternoon I got an oilchange at EZLube.  Usually I try to stay away from these kind of oil change places, but I'm broke and had a coupon.  So yay, oil changed, totally happy.

This morning I was heading to campus to do the Walk for Juvenile Diabetes.  I get a whole 2 miles before I notice that my Oil light is on and smoke's billowing out.  It was foggy so I didn't notice the smoke at first.  I pull off on the first onramp I can and as i get to the end, my car dies.  An older couple stopped to wait with me as I checked the car over.  I had no oil and looking underneath saw it was just dripping out.  So I call AAA for a tow.  In the middle of the phonecall, a cop pulls off and yells at me for being parked on the offramp.  The lady I was with took the phone from me to talk to AAA about where my car was while the cop pushed my car (with HIS car) into (ironically enough) the AAA building's parking lot.  

The couple waited with me for the tow truck, which was sweet of them.  They were on vacation so I felt bad, but they said that they had kids my age and would have wanted someone else to help them. 

So the tow truck takes me to a PepBoys over on El Cajon Blvd, since it was 8:30am and they would be opening soon.  Siobhan in the meantime texts me a photo of a piece of metal sitting in a giant puddle of oil, taken in our driveway.  I show it to the mechanic and he's like "yeah that's your oil filter."  So Bhan meets me there and we go have breakfast (after calling my parents to fill them in).  The PepBoys manager calls me up and tells me that he's not going to touch my car since it's EZLube's fault, and if they touch it, EZLube could be like "we weren't the last ones to touch the car." 

So I call another tow truck then head back to the apartment.  Bhan had already went and bought kitty litter to start soaking up the oil, so we got more since it had already soaked through.  Go back to pick up car again and have it towed back to EZLube.  The dude who worked on my car wasn't there, but the supervisor looked it over, put a new oil filter on (he wouldn't tell me if the dude even had put the RIGHT oil filter on, since the PepBoys guys told me that it wasn't), he put all new oil in, tried to start it up, and car won't go. 

So they had me fill out a claims form and told me that they'll be sending the car for corporate to fix, since it's completely their fault.  I tried to get them to pay for a rental car in the meantime, to which they told me that I would just have to pay for it then later send in my receipts to get reimbursed eventually.  Dad was mad, but he and my mom and just bringing me one of their cars (yay for us having an extra car) to use in the meantime.

It's looking like they fried my pistons, so the entire engine's going to have to be replaced.  So boo for a stupid mechanic fucking up my car, but yay that I don't have to pay for it? 

Even though I should definitely know better than to EVER listen to Rachel C. or take anything she ever says seriously, she really hurt me tonight. 

We hung out last night due to work having to be shut down and then worked together tonight.  Being girls, of course a lot of the discussion was on boys.  

However, after me pointing out dudes that I found attractive, especially my jail-bait Gershwin-whistling freshman, Rachel just surmised "Ew god you're into really ugly people."

Thanks a lot, Rachel.

Happy Bonfire Night!

For those of you not awesome enough to be a facebook friend with me, I must share with you a most awesome quote that my professor said in class today.  The subject matter was on gender roles in film and how it's changed over the years and how Hollywood ladies nowadays look like mutants. 




"Then there's Uma Thurma, which I think - I mean, that would be like making love with a stork, you know?  I mean, who would want to fuck Madonna? I would rather fuck a Heinz ketchup bottle - I mean, Heinz, it's at least a brand that's been around for 50 years, so it's at least respectable." ~ Jean-Pierre Gorin

Hey guys.  So, for my Strategies of Self final, since doing the fictional narrative I want to isn't feasible in the time I have left, I decided to do a documentary on costuming.  

However, my professor made it clear that this has to be a documentary and not a portrait piece.

The difference between the two: 

• A portrait piece is like "This is what costuming is.  Here are people who costume.  Look how cool this is."
• A documentary actually presents a conflict of something.   

My professor was trying to help prompt me along with figuring out what conflict there is in costuming.  So I've been putting some deep thought into it, and this is what I've come up with. 


Most, if not all, costumers are narcissists. 
( DISCUSS )

I say mostly finished because China fails and my necklace didn't get here in time.  *SIGH* 





This photo doesn't show my boots!  Must fix that tonight...

- Carve Pumpkin (you know in retrospect, I can do this on Saturday)

Finish costume:
- Find/make a pouch to go with the belt I'm borrowing from Lesley
- Style the wig
- Make the hair rope
- rehem the shorts (what the hell, they can go mid-thigh instead of to the knee).
- Shave (sounds LOLtastic to put on here, but is an absolute necessity to this costume.  LOL).
- Guns?  Maybe? 

Go to the grocery store
- Soda
- Booze
- Mochi Ice cream (??  This is kinda messy, though, so I don't know if bringing this would be a smart idea)
- Pumpkin carving kit


All this before 5pm.  Woooo.

WHY IS IT STILL OCTOBER AND THIS WEEK'S VALUE/COUPON BOOK IS ALL ABOUT CHRISTMAS??




Also. 


Dear Yuna Necklace that I bought on October 3 and was shipped on October 7th:


You have 2 more days to show up.  Hurry the hell up.