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I think I've settled down today. I got a pretty good night's sleep, despite being awakened around 3 a.m. by the boyfriend watching some really obnoxious movie with a pop punk soundtrack and laughing really loud. A lot of times if I get awakened in the middle of the night I have a really hard time falling back to sleep. Luckily, that was not the case last night.
Stacey called me yesterday around 4 to find out how the test had gone. Poor Stacey. As soon as she asked me how it went I burst into tears once again and started sobbing about how dumb I was and blahblahblah. I don't think she understood too much of what I said through all of the snot and trembling lips but she promised to come over when she was done with work.
Then I talked to Shanley on the phone who was full of “Cheer up, bucko”s and provided me with some much needed laughs.
When my mom came home she was already in a bad mood and started berating me for being so mopey over something so trivial. Jesus. I have one bad day and suddenly she's telling me what a shitty spoiled person I am. Then she started trying to feed me all of these Dr. Phil, Chicken Soup for the Soul, one-liner life lessons that I absolutely hate.
Anyway, Stacey came over and waited while I bathed the baby and put him to bed. Then we headed out for coffee/dessert/dinner for Stacey. We went to Crazy Mocha on Liberty but they weren't serving food anymore. So we ended up at Tessaro's next door. Stacey got this big sandwich and I just got a Guinness since I had already eaten. Luckily I had some WW points saved up. I couldn't find the nutrition facts for Guinness online so I don't know exactly how many points it is. oh well. It's probably like 20.
We had good conversation about a bunch of stuff and I admitted that I had been feeling not myself over the past couple of days.
My insurance card came in the mail yesterday so I think I'm going to get off of these BCP and try something different. I think me and synthetic hormones just don't mix.
Hey! guess what the baby just did….
I'll be back

yeah, sorry about that. I'm just having a rough couple of days. I just want some sleep and to not have to spend money on dumb shit.
meh

I have my driving test in a little less than three hours. I'm going to poop my pants.

A few quick notes about the Matrix:
Decent.
Very confusing.
There's a rave/orgy thing in Zion that goes on for way too long. It was seriously making me uncomfortable because I found the whole thing very dumb. During the rave/orgy, Trinity and Neo are off in their room having sex. This also made me giggle and went on for way too long. Call me gay but I've really never had any desire to see Keanu Reeves' butt.
Cornel West is an alright actor. I was surprised. However, I think the boyfriend and I have reached a new level of dorkdom when we're the only ones in the movie theatre cheering for one of our favorite philosophers like he's a rock star or something. All of the Trenchcoat Mafioso around us, including this kid sitting directly behind the boyfriend who had the worst lisp I've ever heard, were wondering what the hell we were getting so excited about.

My kid is seriously off his rocker.

Edit: I failed. miserably. I'm in a horrid mood. I don't cope with failure well. At least my son hasn't given me any black eyes today…yet.

Oh shit. So fun. And so much hilarious drama, I don't know if I can even get into it right now. But for a quick overview, picture some very good music, a tasty salad, several drunk people, a cup of animosity, a shitty writer for the PG, clout with the bartenders, and a beligerent Akil and you have only the very surface of a goofy Tuesday night.
I want to go into detail but I can't right now. I tentatively promise a full report tomorrow.

Toddlers can be downright assholes.

…and didn't already read me exclaiming about this on the hamm list:
http://www.pragmatism.org/library/west/
Cornel West is going to be in the new Matrix movies. I think that's wild.

Breakfast: French Toast that Aunt Jemima made and grape juice for the baby; English muffin with Polaner All Fruit and coffee for me. It was a very international breakfast.
Headed in here to check email and allow the baby to have his morning defecation. The baby opens the desk drawer and empties it of its contents. My feet are now surrounded by old greeting cards, unused DSL filters, random snapshots from last summer, old cable invoices, two pens, a Duplo, and an advertisement for the original American Pie. How much do you think I could get for that on eBay?
The baby has also figured out how to open the printer cabinet where I'm storing all of my cds until I can find a better storage system. He is constantly going after the DJ Shadow “Dark Days” CD. I don't understand why that is.
Email highlights: invitation from to join something called Friendster. This was the second such invitation. The first time I got it I think I thought it was a dating service but I was wrong. So I joined up and by clicking on Crisbee's friends realized that about 90% of the people I've ever met in life are already on it…including the boyfriend! He just joined, though, which explains why he hasn't mentioned it to me. He listed himself as “In a relationship” on his profile, which is good for him because otherwise he'd be dead now. ;-p He only has two friends, Kelly Downlow and this other chick who makes me uncomfortable because she's very, “I'm-flirtatious-I-flirt-with-everyone's-boyfriends-it-doesn't-mean-anything-I-know-way-more-about-music-producing-DJing-guy-stuff-than-you-do-did-I-mention-I'm-bisexual-into-three-ways-and-like-to-be-videotaped?” and that bothers me.
LJ comments are always fun.
Email from Shanley. He's in rare form today. Very funny, very long email, just the way I like 'em.
I have a bunch of annoying chores that I need to get done today, including writing thank you notes (*rips hair out*) and getting various things into some state of organization.
My mom is really on my nerves today. I'm not sure why. One reason might be because I cooked some asparagus last night but didn't get around to eating it. So this morning she threw it out. whore. Another reason is that she is going to New Orleans this weekend but is not “allowing” me to go to Richmond while the boyfriend is at DEMF. I get this sinking feeling that I'm not ever going to be able to just do anything I want, within reason. I'm going to always need my mother's permission. That's fucking depressing.
*flails*
Alright, well the baby has finally pooped so I guess I'll go take care of that. Don't envy me.

My Live Journal's first birthday is coming up on May 20th. I'm expecting gifts.

No I'm not. dummy.

Crazy dream the other night: that the boyfriend bought me this half-assed restored sports car with a horrible orange paint job. I was concerned about how the baby's car seat would be restrained, what with the car not having any back seats and all. All present (representations of the boyfriend and Stacey although not actually them) told me to quit being stupid and directed me to the shitty tether attached to the bucket seats that were supposed to restrain my son. Also, the convertible roof was this shitty vinyl material, not unlike the shade on my son's stroller.
I just don't even know.

My dad got his job back. All the details of his back pay and whatnot haven't been ironed out yet, but this is a huge relief. Hopefully my dad will go back to being a somewhat normal individual and not the bundle of nerves he currently is. Hey! Maybe he'll even settle down long enough to figure out how to check his voice mail once and for all! Woooo!

I was at some website and there was a banner ad for an upcoming program on the History Channel. It was called something like, “RUSSIA: LAND OF THE TSARS”
I was just glancing at it quickly so what I saw was: “RUSSIA: LAND OF THE SARS”

I'm not reading another word about that stupid disease.

Yes, I've amassed a small amount of credit card debt this past year. I plan to take care of it as soon as possible.
Anyway, I've looked at a few of these photo judging communities and I must say I don't know what to make of them. My rational brain keeps telling me not to take it seriously, even though there's something very sorority-hazing about all of it. However, I really don't get the people who post their pictures for judging and then get all offended when they get shit talked on them. Maybe that's a natural reaction, I don't know.
I do know that I will not be posting my pictures on any of these communities. I can just see myself crying over someone's nasty remark about my current acne predicament and who needs that? Speaking of which, I'm 24, can I stop going through puberty now? Seriously, these monthly breakouts have been occurring for the past 12 years. What's the point?
Today was hectic with just random baby-house stuff. I'm still recovering. Today is also a big day for my dad…he finds out whether or not he gets his job back. He was over here yesterday, sighing and rubbing his head and being neurotic. He did have his wits about him enough to bring me a Mother's Day present…a 24 pack of plastic hangers….

I don't know if I can even comment on that.

I wasn't sure how to thank him, other than to say, “Uh, thanks, these will be good for hanging clothes…which I have…and the current hangers are…out of date…or some shit….Look at that squirrel!”

It's not even that it was a bad gift, per se. It was just so random.

Six Feet Under is getting crazy. I think Claire needs to come live with me.

I have to pee and do laundry.

What the fuck is this weather? It's May. MAY! gah!