I Call Her the Subrusaurus

It seems like most people have a tendency to develop attachments to inanimate objects, especially cars. A lot of people love their cars and take ridiculously good care of them. I don't do that, with anything. I don't get that connection to things. I don't have that desire to have nice things and I don't own anything that I would be terribly upset if I lost it. My dad and I were talking about this the other day. I told him that I just don't understand people who are obsessive about their cars, and that I can't imagine ever feeling that way. He said that I would understand someday, when I can afford to buy a nice car. Here's the thing though, I will probably never buy a nice car, no matter how much money I have. I don't want to have to worry about it getting scratched or dented or dirty. I just want it to get me where I need to go, that's all. The care I have now is old, filthy and falling apart  but I don't care. She used to be a Subaru, but the A feel off so now she's a Subru and I'm pretty sure she was built sometime in the Cretaceous period. Whatever, who do I need to impress?

God Damn It Netflix! You're Ruining My Life.

For anyone who is interested, here is a list of all the shows that have absorbed an inordinate amount of my time over the last year or so. I highly recommend all of them, that is assuming you have nothing better to do with your life.

1. Firefly. I love it so much I have watched it, I think, six times all the way through. I sincerely hope that Fox realizes how badly they fucked up with this one, because the crew of Serenity have been off the air for ten years now, and still no power in the Verse can stop them.

2. The Walking Dead. I may get lynched for this but, of all the shows on this list, this is the one I am least attached to. I mean it's good, but all of the characters are...well....assholes. I just don't really care all that much if the walkers eat them. Sorry.

3. Doctor Who. Let's just say there's a reason the Doctor is coming up on his fiftieth anniversary. He is amazing! Somehow every episode manages to be utterly absurd and completely believable at the same time. I must say though, as much as I love Eleven, I still miss Ten terribly.

4. Torchwood. For those who don't know, this is a Doctor Who spin-off centered around Captain Jack Harkness, everyone's favorite equal opportunity nymphomaniac. Be prepared to see more guy on guy make out scenes than you have ever seen in your life.

5. Sherlock. "I know, let's make this incredibly brilliant show that people will get utterly addicted to, and then make the seasons two episodes long." What the hell Moffat?

6. being human. This was, quite possibly, my favorite show of all time....... until they killed off my favorite character in the most horrible way imaginable!  Fuck whoever wrote that scene! Fuck him repeatedly. Anyway after that, as much as I hate to admit it, it's still a pretty great show.

7. Supernatural. (Yo Dawg, I heard you like lists?) Don't take this to mean that this is the best show on the list, only that it's the freshest in my mind because I just finished it two day ago.
Reasons Supernatural is badass.
     1. Friggin Winchesters man!
     2. An interpretation of religion that, sadly, comes closer to making sense than any other I have heard.
     3. Castiel, the apparently autistic angel.
     4. Sexy soulless Sam < ^ (What can I say? I like alliteration.)
     5. The word gank.
     6. Rednecks speaking Latin.
     7. A kind of  "hunter" that I actually approve of.
     8. The Impala.
     9. The prophet, Chuck.
     10. "I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle and a fifth of whisky. Stat!"
     11. An animal experimenter being eaten by an alligator, and the general consensus that he deserved it.
     12. The fact that I am now tempted to carry salt with me at all times.
     13. Sam and Dean's Christmas presents to each other.
     14. Kevin, the vegan prophet.
     15. Corn syrup as the downfall of humanity.
     16. Cas talking about going all ALF.
Things that kind of pissed me off
     1. Dean's eating habits. Good fucking god, enough with the bacon cheeseburgers!
     2. The mispronunciation of Samhain. Seriously guys, isn't it somebody's job to look this shit up?
     3. The fact that Bobby was a hunter before he was a "hunter".

Hooray for Sleep Deprivation! No Really.

So for the past week I have been getting around five hours of sleep per night. I may crash eventually, but for now it's actually working out really well. I've been getting a lot more done, and not just because I'm awake more hours of the day. For some reason, the less sleep I get the more productive I am. It's like it makes me kind of stoned, so I forget that I hate doing mundane tasks. Somehow it also seems to be making me a little more creative. I have had a much easier time coming up with blog ideas the last few days and, as far as I can tell, the only thing that has changed is the amount of sleep I have been getting. Of course it is possible that I am just too out of it to realize that I am writing a bunch of nonsensical crap. I hope I can count on Rachel to let me know if my posts start becoming overly idiotic?

Just What the Fuck Is That Supposed to Mean?

Every so often, these weird things happen to me that I would probably think were signs from the universe or something, if it weren't for the fact that they don't make any damn sense. Yesterday while I was exercising, I was trying desperately to think of a word. This happens to me all the time. I have a pretty decent vocabulary, but for some reason I'm constantly losing track of words. I will just randomly try to think of a particular word, even a fairly common one, and just not be able to find it. So yesterday, I was trying to think of this word that basically means unavoidable. I knew it wasn't even an uncommon word. It was one people use all the time, I just couldn't think of it. I kept feeling like I almost had it, then it would slip away. Every time I lost it, the word "imminent" would pop into my head. I knew it wasn't the right one, but I couldn't seem to get rid of it. It was like my brain was insisting that "imminent" was the word I really wanted. This kept happening throughout my entire, hour and a half long, workout. It was so aggravating that I decided that, as soon as I was finished, I would go to Thesaurus.com, look up unavoidable and find the word I was thinking of. Meanwhile, my obnoxious brain keeps throwing "imminent" at me. So I finally finish my workout, go to my computer, get to Thesaurus.com, and what do I see right in the middle of the homepage? I giant ad for some word game, which reads "Imminent, eminent and immanent. Do you know the difference?" Perhaps I'm just crazy, but it felt REALLY trippy.

By the way, the word was inevitable. Inevitable.

Graaaaaiiiinns!

My skin is the bane of my existence. I honestly think that, were it not for my skin, I might actually be halfway accepting of my physical appearance. It's all greasy and broken out in some places and so dry that it cracks in others. My veins show through my skin, even on the rare occasion that I manage to get a tan. I have stretch marks even though I have never been either pregnant or overweight. It's disgusting and I can't seem to do anything about it. I must say, it's rather difficult to feel good about your body when it's wrapped in fucking zombie skin.

A Bit of an Overreaction

On the first day of every new semester, in almost every class, I suddenly think "Holy fuck! What have I done?" It seems that, no matter how much I may end up liking the class in the long run, I always freak out on the first day. When the professor starts going over the syllabus, and I realize all of the stuff I am going to have to do and all the rules for the class, I always feel like it's going to be awful. By the end of the day I am always half convinced that I am going to have to drop all of my classes and go back to work at Goodwill.

I Bet You Can't Put Your Leg Behind Your Head

Sometimes I feel like I'm nothing but a collection of useless knowledge and worthless skills. I know all sorts of things that no one would ever have any need to know, and I can do things that no one would ever need to be able to do. Yet I don't even have the basic skills necessary to function in society. I have this knack for remembering random information, like the name of every character in every book, movie or TV show I've ever seen (and some I haven't seen). I remember that kind of shit forever but I forget stuff that happenes to me in real life. I also have all of these "skills" that do me absolutely no good. I keep thinking that, someday, I'll find some way to make use of them, but unfortunately I don't think that is ever going to happen because who the fuck is ever going to pay me for kicking people in the face.