Where the HELL have I been for 6 mother fucking months!?!?!

4 months of school hell and the last 2 chock-full of time-wasting, blog-catching-up, and fucking fanfiction…that’s where! [Oh, and blogger sucks or I am a sucky blogger...whatever. I am NOT going back and reformatting this so my paragraohs do what they are fucking supposed to do. FUCK IT!!]

So, I knew that I had been lacking on the blog posts. Hell, I never was a heavy blog poster. I am MUCH more a lurker on other blogs - Twitarded, Robsessed, LLT, LTR, TwiBite, RAoR, and my new found time-waster, Twired (she’s in SD!)! Oh, and don't even get me started on my fanfiction, uhhhhmmmmm…..errrrr, problem!

I made a list of things I wanted/needed to blog about…months ago. Shit, there is a post I want to do about GEM and my Valentine’s Day fun-date!! And I want to post about GEM’s love affair with Lil Bro and Ferris Beuller’s Day Off. And GEM and I finally got our own mini E’s and a lopsided mini B and they have been on a few adventures (like humping the Salvatore brothers!), although they have been locked up for a while now. And a few items on the list I can’t remember what I was going to blog about! That’s not even mentioning shit that didn’t get to the old ass list like Remember Me, the Eclipse premiere, and GEM and her going to fucking France and NOT getting me a copy of THIS! Bitch!

So, the posts will come and be extremely outdated, but still funny at least to me! But first…Let the rambling begin!

So, Brit Lit I and II, French I, and a Reader’s Theatre class. 14 fucking units – NEVER AGAIN! I was bummed I didn’t get to really enjoy my literature classes, but there was just SO MUCH FUCKING reading to do. I’m afraid that fact of school life (too much reading) is not going away any time soon, since I want to major in fucking English! And the only reason I was able to make it through French was because my somewhat ginkgo-biloba deprived brain actually remembered a good chunk of the French I took in high school…20 years ago! But I made Dean’s list again with a 3.721 GPA! Holy fucking shit, batman…I.B.SMART! Or I fake it pretty good!

My boys helped with the semester from hell also. The boy, Master G, is old enough to feed and bathe himself and get to sleep on his own; he just doesn’t always do it in the timely manner that I would have liked, had I really been paying any attention. And Mr. lrb wasn’t working.

Now this last point is a double-edged sword. Not working means less pay…A LOT less. And A LOT of stress because of that lack of fundage. But Mr. lrb was able to keep Master G doing homework, take him to baseball practice, even becoming an un-official coach (he was SOOOO cute out there trying to not swear at other kids because they aren’t as cool as Master G!), feed the boy, and often times, feed me! He even occasionally loaded the dishwasher! I still unloaded the dishwasher and did laundry and went grocery shopping and cleaned the house because, really, this is Mr. lrb we are talking about and if he could use the dryer as a dresser he would, and has! And he doesn’t do stores. And he is a man. But I couldn’t have gotten through this semester without him! So, even though we were stressed, it was probably the best time ever for him to be out of work.

And because of the semester from hell, I had to quit the blogs and fanfiction or else I was going to FAIL! STOP IT COLD -FUCK! Well, I did still go to Robsessed (I had to make sure that HHH didn’t die or something) and I still went to Twitarded, because those twat waffles are funny as shit, but I pretty much stopped all other BS. And so for the last 2 months, since school let out, I have been catching up on my favorite blogs and reading WAY too much fanfiction! I used to wait until the boy was in bed or at least out of the room. But, NOT ANY MORE!! I just make sure that when the lemons are on screen, I watch for the boy sneaking up on me! He likes to hover and it drives me fucking batty! I caught up on a few stories that I was following. I finally read Master of the Universe and I LOVE ME SOME FIFTY!!! I even donated to the Fandom Gives Back, including donating for the EPOV proposal from Clipped Wings & Inked Armor before I even read the story…although I have read it twice now (and I randomly re-read parts of MotU at least once a week!)! I actually donated to 5 lovely ladies for FGB! [MotU, UoEM, CW&IA, COH, and Osa Bella!]

Oh and I just caved and read Emancipation Proclamation, staying up till 3am more than once, and finally finishing a few days ago. Because I did an all-fucking-nighter! All that before I realized the damn thing isn't even complete yet! FUCK ME. 77 motherfucking chapters, and most of the last 10 or so chapters are 60 fucking pages long! I haven’t decided which is worse…waiting and waiting and waiting for a story to update or becoming sleep deprived because ALL I want to do is keep reading, ALL FUCKING NIGHT LONG!!! I barely slept; didn’t clean much; I did have to go the store and do some laundry but that is only because I didn’t want my husband to divorce me…or block my wireless connection. I might have to cut-a-bitch…uhm, go all Lorena Bobbitt, if he even THOUGHT about fucking with my internet connection.

So, all this rambling to say, I’m going to do some lame and very late blog posts sooner or later. I’m going to aim for one a week. But school is starting in 3 weeks and I have 12 fucking units including a fucking Shakespeare class, and I really need to learn better time management so I don’t have to hide away for 4 months again. I can’t give up the fanfiction, or Rob, again! I mean, could you say goodbye to THIS?

FUCK!!!

My first day of the semester from HELL and I may end up out of the closet thanks to Twitarded!

[Note: This post has been sitting, incomplete, for almost two weeks! I mean, school started the 25^th of January! But, I do have resolution!]

So, I had my first day of class last night. Reader's Theatre! I am very apprehensive, but excited about this class. As I emailed to GEM last night, this class may…

...be the death of me. Or it may be the best class EVER!!!! I will let you know in a few weeks or after my first presentation, which won't be until the middle of March (at least the "official" presentations won't be until March...I had to get up in front of class today.)

Good things -

1. I won't be up there alone. This could be a bad thing since folks will be relying on me almost as much as I will be relying on them.
2. I really, REALLY wanted to be a drama dork, and this comes sort of close!
3. I get to go on a field trip...and I want to know if you would like to go with me! More details on that later, but it will be in May, on a weekend, and just to LA.
   

Bad things -

1. I will have to get up in front of the class and...SPEAK, and it will need to be coherent! And without stuttering, and other people are going to be graded on my speaking as well (see my first point above!)
2. Everyone in my class, with the exception of one lady...who happens to be the only one older than me - I know this doesn't mean anything; it is just a "thing" with me!...anyways, everyone in the class is a speech or drama dork. And they are comfortable doing it. And there are two folks that went to fucking LONDON, on *lrb's community college*'s dime, to compete inter-FUCKING-nationally and one of them placed fifth IN THE WORLD at this competition! Fuck, I am WAAAAAYYYYY out of my league here!!
3. The teacher is the fucking Dean of Forensics! And I now know what that means! I guess this isn't really a bad thing but now my list is even!
   
   

Overall, I am super excited about the class. It is drama-y enough to not be a straight speech class. It is speech-y enough to get me a damn COMM class credit. It is social enough that I might make some friends to help me through the damn class. And everyone seems super nice.

But, again, ask me in March how I feel about the class!

Overall, a great first day of class. I got up in front of people I do not know and did a lame skit with 3 other classmates on our "agreed-upon" 5 best and worst TV shows. I didn't pass out while I was up there, nor did I stutter. But really, all I had to do was read a TV show title or two, so…

Here is our list:

Best:

• House
• Jeopardy (or game shows - good games shows - in general)
• Entourage (Don't know this one, but I caved to peer pressure! It WAS a group list!)
• Mythbuster's
• Bones
  
  

Worst:

• Soap Opera's (We cheated again with a genre, but, really…Days of Our Lives is so old!)
• Sports Center
• UFC (I had to give them this one…mainly because I am non-confrontational and a wimp)
• Housewives of ANY County!
• Launch my Line (another I haven't seen, other than commercials, but I am sure I would agree)
  

And what does this have to do with maybe being outed from the Twi-closet? Well. I was brave enough to take my Twitarded travel mug to Mr. P's class last semester and last night I figured; what the hell! It was cold…I wanted hot tea…I brought the mug. [I do keep the lovely vampy JJ and STY facing me the entire time that I drink and I make sure that the cute little vamps don't scare anyone with their awesome-ness! Okay, maybe I am still hiding! But it is a start, and down-right nerve-wracking, to have them with me in public! Baby steps, right!] Anyways, I left my damn mug in class last night!

THIS MUG!

I emailed my teacher this morning and I have a nasty feeling she is going to ask me about the cute stick-figure vampire chicks on my mug when I go pick it up! She is the fucking Dean of Forensics, for fuck's sake. Of course, now that I know Forensics doesn't exactly equal Gil "the Great" Grissom, I might be over-reacting, but who wouldn't want to know who the stick vamps are? Fuck…I am going to have to tell my classically trained (at least her voice and posture hints that she was classically trained), wants-to-make-me-talk-cuz-it's-her-job, scary (not in looks, just profession) RT teacher that I lurk on a Twilight-themed blog! Would it be bad to immediately defend the blog with, "But, they make fun of it, too!" Is that too transparent? Defensive? Am I over-reacting? We shall see. First I have to get my damn mug back, because THAT really is the important thing here.

Off to British Literature I AND II, and French! I may have to kill myself this semester! GEM, you ARE going to help me, right!

lrb

So, the addendum to this story is as follows.

After MANY emails back and forth with my teacher and through the course of a week, I thought I was screwed. I was going to have to fork over another 25 fricking dollars, because I LOVE that mug…even though it doesn't keep shit as hot as I would like it. My teacher thought she remembered seeing it, but didn't pick it up, I was an "ultra-maroon" and didn't even go to the class to look myself, and by the weekend, I was positive I would have to get a new mug. Along comes Monday and my Reader's Theatre class. I am hoping the teacher has found it but won't show it off in class. I am hoping she doesn't ask me about it. (Because really! Emailing your teacher after the very first class to ask her about a stupid mug, no matter HOW COOL the mug is, how pathetic is that!?) What do I want? Will someone know? Am I waaayyyy toooo obsessive about staying in my precious closet? Don't answer that last question! I walk into class and I don't even look around. I make a bee-line to my seat, carrying a large iced tea and a frosty! Someone leaving class said, "Now THAT girl knows how to come to class!" The teacher calls role and barely looks at me when I say, "Here." Okay, I am at least out of one potential outage scenario. But I still don't have my mug.

Class goes on and at the break, I go to the bathroom. And on re-entering the room, as if the moon was shining down and the planets had just all aligned in perfect fucking harmony, there sitting on a table at the back of the room (we enter from the back)…is my mug! Yes! My mug is back…the teacher did or didn't notice (she probably forgot because, really, it was not on her list of crimes to solve!) so she didn't out me in front of the class. I didn't even tell her I found it, because, really, did she even care? (Or because I am a chicken shit and was afraid she would ask about it?) I didn't have to explain my obsession with a poorly written, young adult novel series and admit my love admiration for a beautiful, British boy. Because once you break the seal, watch fucking out!!!

My only complaint, and it is a very small one, is that mug stunk! A week's worth of the dregs from a cup of luke-warm tea with some milk in it and, damn! BUT I GOT THE MUG BACK and I am still, even more firmly, IN THE TWI-CLOSET!!!

GEM, you may have to hold me!

I am FINALLY reading the Wide Awake epilogues tonight! I have an entire FFFF (Fucking FanFiction Fail) post started – Hell, I started one two weeks ago and never finished it – but it isn’t going to get done before I read tonight so…GEM, you may have to hold me! Good thing we are hanging out tomorrow. I will be able to tell you about it. And you can hold me!

And please apologize to The Uptight Yankee if I text you 500 times tonight for the support! I am so worried that AG is going to turn me into a puddle of angsty, sappy, don’tknowificanhandleit, ectoplasmic goo! It could be the bad goo flowing in the sewers under NYC, waiting to turn every mother fucker into a mean, nasty, evil…uhmmm…NY’er, or it could be the good goo…coating the Statue of Liberty, “Lifting me Higher!”, and kicking some major Carpathian ass!

And this is before I accept that, once I have read the epi’s, it will really be over! FUCK! I have faith in AG...that I WILL be a fucking mess tonight!

Yeah, GEM better give good text!

On a Girl's Date with GEM!

***Blogger still sucks and messes with my formatiing and I am too fucking stupid and impatient to figure it out! Everytime I fix something and preview it, it changes! Fuckity, fuck, FUCK!!!! So, I appologize for any formatting fuck-ups or crowding cuz my fucking hard returns aren't registering, or any other shitty parts of this post that I can blame on Blogger! The words, are all me...sadly!***

So, GEM and I had a girls date last week. She had a sitter, Mr. lrb is working nights (sucks ASS!), and Little lrb was staying the night at a friends house. It was ON like Donkey Kong!

Originally GEM and I were just trying to get together for an hour or so to watch Tay-Tay on SNL; yeah, we still haven’t watched that shit! Every time she had come over since I recorded it *forher*, there have been too many distractions; her toddler, my nine-year old, Mr. lrb! Really we just wanted to cuddle all alone…well, together…and hold hands while Tay-Tay worked his SNL magic. I even had a drool cloth picked out for GEM! We also wanted to do this alone so that we didn‘t have to face the ridicule that would have come if any of the above mentioned saw what we were watching, or dared to interrupt us at any crucial moment! Blood may have been spilled, so it was just best to wait until we could be alone. We WILL watch it before Tay-Tay is legal! Because it is so much more fun to pick on GEM about it that way!

Anyways, as you may have deduced from my above ramblings, we didn’t watch SNL. We sat around, drank coffee, FINALLY got rid of the boys, and then proceeded to talk about life, school, and, uhmmmm, toys? Yeah, GEM and I want our own mini-Edward and mini-Jacob dolls to take with us to Eclipse! GEM really wants the creepy Barbie versions, but really, they are TOO creepy for me. GEM says that is the point…but that is a whole other blog post! Back to our date!

We decided to head off to the mall, in the fucking rain – I live in sunny San Diego not Forks for fuck’s sake – because I needed a new jacket, she needed pj’s, we needed girl shopping time…you catch my drift. I did get my jacket – which I love btw, thankyouverymuchGEM! – but we didn’t get much further on our list because I wanted, no, I NEEDED to see *touch/lick* FSE (and maybe throw something at FSJ), so we headed to Nordies. GEM had been so very kind to send me pictures of FSE from a previous trip to a different Nordies. And, she sent me a pic of herself WITH FSJ! She is such a slut, asking a complete stranger to take her picture with a cardboard cutout of a twelve-year old! Anyways, as I said, I needed to *see* him and GEM loves Nordies, so we were off.

Well, we didn’t find FSE, much to my dismay, and I was a bit horrified and shy and way-too-far-out-of-the-closet for my liking when we went to examine the “New Moon” merchandise. I put "New Moon" in quotes, cuz come on…does this really make you think of New Moon?



Then, we saw this shirt!


Now, GEM and I love the series A LOT, and we are Twitards and all, and GEM is Team Jacob (only because of Taylor, I think), but really! Who in their right fucking mind would wear this shirt! It is just sad. GEM and I LOVE, love, LOVE the whole gut-wrenching, tormented, want to slash my wrists, three-month page flip in New Moon. But, really! I can’t say it enough. Even Team Jacob fans can’t “want” this shirt!

So, we searched and searched and found a bunch of shit to try on. I was having problems, though. First off, we were in the “outs” zone. Even without a mini-Edward, I could *readtheminds* of all the teeny boppers in the store smirking at us over-thirty women going through the New Moon clothes in the juniors section of Nordies. They were laughing at us, and I nearly DIED when someone came over to ask us if we needed any help. That might not be enough to turn the faint of heart away, but, really, I haven’t fit in juniors clothes since, well, frickin’ forever! The junior section causes me major mind-fuckery. And that was before I went and had a child and got fat and grew ENORMOUS boobs! So, I wasn’t as comfortable as I would have liked. Plus, I was carting around a fucking 20-pound, but super cute, jacket in a JC Penny’s bag. And I am fat and in the juniors section with little miss twiggy and can fit in fucking juniors aka GEM! (I still <3 style="font-family:georgia;">Almost immediately GEM hollers over and asks, “Is there writing on your mirror?” Huh? I am confused. So, I go over and see that GEM has a Twilight stencil on her mirror.



I am little bummed that I didn’t get one, but whatever! We got a picture of it! This saying was okay, still a little depressing, but not like “It will be as if I never existed”…FUCK! And, since I only had three things to try on, none of which “really” fit, I ended up in GEM’s changing room, critiquing all her super cute juniors clothes. We needed a picture of our date though and where better than in a changing room, with our “Team” shirts on! Luckily for me, or not depending on how the bank account looks, I put my Team Edward shirt back on, but with my cammy under it this time, since the shirt was super thin. With the cammy you don’t get to see the ass crack on my chest created by my boobs!

The picture turned out to be a bit difficult to take. First of all, it was a self-portrait, which takes a few shots to set up, so that you get what you want in the shot. Then there was the problem that you couldn’t tell what the hell we were wearing. Mainly because my boobs were casting a shadow over the “Edward” on my shirt! Fucking stupid boobs! So, I had to lean back all funny like, and GEM had to stand on her tiptoes, the planets had to align properly, and finally we get this crappy, but oh so funny and rewarding, picture of our chests. You can’t really tell what we are wearing from the picture, but WE KNOW! And really, that is all that matters!



Needless to say, after all that, GEM and I are now the proud owners of Nordy New Moon shirts; GEM actually got two!

And to finish off our date, GEM and I went to Carl Straus for dinner (THANKS, btw!!). Without husbands or children. Yes, we talked about the New Moon movie a bit. GEM had cheated on me with book club and gone to see it again (almost caused a breakup, because there is no “movie” in “book” club! AND she got to see the fucking Remember Me fucking preview ON THE BIG fucking SCREEN, which we did not get to see when we all went to NM, WTFuck – this is really why I found out she went to the damn movie. The Robbie nomness outed her, because she immediately pulled out her phone and texted my ass! March 12th, Baby = GEM and I holding hands at the movies!), but I was FINALLY going to see NM again that weekend! So, we talked about New Moon, we talked about my stupid dog and his health issues, we talked about kids and school and kids in school, we talked more about our want of “dolls”, I talked shit about how beer tastes like what I would assume horse piss would taste.

A good time was had by all!



Ending with my GEM is a tool pic!

God, “tool” makes me think of Robert saying, “I’m just a tool, a big hard tool!” Gahhh!

Note – I just added “Tay-Tay” to my Word dictionary so that when I write about GEM and him, the stupid red squiggle line will GO THE FUCK AWAY! How funny is that!