I am sick of my major.  I am fucking tired of people thinking they are entitled and that they don't actually have to work to get results.  I am tired of people not watching the news and trying to report on it. I don't want to deal with it anymore.  I have been pulling so much fucking weight in this class and I still leave it twice a week feeling like shit.  
I am done, I give up, FUCK everyone in my major.  They can all suck old-man cock in the gutter in the ghetto.

I am not made to be an editor for news.  Stupid tapes and time codes and people not giving me the RIGHT time codes.
:-( Wonderful day.....

I am taking an early morning break from working on 'Dirty Wings' to quickly update my blog.  Ug, trying to write through the POV of a bird is very difficult at 8 something in the morning.  

First off, let me just say Torchwood.....HOW COULD YOU SHOW ME A PREVIEW LIKE THAT OF OWEN!?! *weep* 
Possibly EVIL!Owen is somewhat hot but does not hold well for him living that long.  And Martha Jones? Sure she is cool with the Doctor but I kind of felt that she was just filling space on the show and a bad attempt to make viewers remember that Torchwood is a spinoff of Dr. Who.  Of course there is nothing wrong with the Doctor, we all love him but you would think that the creators would think of something cooler than having Martha come to Torchwood to remind viewers of Torchwood's origin.  Wow that was a strange sentence but I am too lazy to go back and fix it to fuck it.

In other news I got accepted to ravelry.com and it has devoured my poor poor, artsy soul.  There is nothing better than like....a million knitting patterns for me to play with on weekends tehehehe. While on the subject on things that eat me from the inside out like an Alien larva, Dances with Dragons is comig in september!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!! Ah man, I need my crack and I have been so pateint and such a good girl while I wait for it.....

And now something for you comic fans to drool over.... the first (good) picture of the Watchmen....

Dear Globe,

I know you technically don't like global warming, considering it makes you like an elderly woman with a hot flash but seriouisly, have you ever gone to Chicago in the Winter? It is very, very cold.

I mean, would you really mind if we got some arisole cans and pumped more gasoline into the air.  Yes I know we are killing off all of those white bears (someone won't let me call them by any other name) but who really NEEDS bears way up there anyway.  Maybe they are just black bears who are so cold they turned white anyway.  Plus I think that they would thank us for warming them up a little bit.

Plus who in the hell needs the east coast for anything besides shopping? Seriously, Globe, have you ever gone to the east coast? It is pretty yea but other than that, it is just taking up space.
Globe, I hope you would consider warming up Chicago, I don't enjoy looking at the lake and seeing literal icebergs floating around.  It is kind of scary.

With Love,
Crow-Z

I am stuck at work until 6 tonight and I refuse to do any of the written homework I have assigned to me here.  Why this is, I am not sure except maybe procrastination.
I also know it has been a long time since I have posted last but hey, I am a busy woman after all.

So it is that time of the year where I am going to go on my V-day rant and why, gods why I hate it as much as I do (and this year I  think I will be a little more honest on why I hate it.)

It comes down to this; happy people.  All the cute little couples walking down the street, the men clearly not giving a rat's ass about the whole thing and wondering how much more money they are going to have to spend for some nookie.
To go with that I don't understand why the holiday is so loved.  Personally I think it would be much more speical and loving if my signif. other deicded to be all cute and romantic on an unexpected day. Like a random Tuesday or something like that instead of the designated day of commerical love.

But maybe I am just bitter (which is more likely the case.) My track record with the day o' pink is actually very horrid.  Two break ups and then years of nothing make for one very, very pissed off girl. Which I think is expected of course.  I mean yea, sure at one time I was a sap and a romantic who wanted nothing more than to have that scene where that guy is calling that girl in the rain outside her house from 'High Fidelity.'

I guess I came to the conclusion that I was never going to be that girl.  I was never going to be the one to get a guy who was that crazy about her.  That or I figured out that movies are just that and not real life.

So this year I am getting prepared early.  I expect nothing so then I don't set myself up for any let-down, which is always a constant worry of mine for those of you who might not have caught on yet.  
::sigh :: I know that the part of me who wishes is still there (and here I come with the sap people which basically solidifies it) but I will get the thoughts out of my head.  For I am not the extra is some damned Juilia Roberts movie no matter how much I might have hoped and there is no such thing as Prince Charming.  
Ah well, time to get engrossed in my work so I can refrain from thinking anymore.

Found dead in his home in SoHo.
Usually I would not say anything about this sort of thing but considering his last movie in 'Dark Knight' I feel the need to be sad.
Then again police think he died of a drug overdose.....
Ah 'Dark knight' is cursed now isn't it?

I was awakend from my slumbers this morning by screaming. 
Not just one person screaming, but an organized chanting outside my house that echoed through the alleyway and scared my dogs.
Being a reasonably unreasonable person I thought that maybe there was a massive group of people who were going to re-create part of 'Suicide Club' but I was wrong.  It was something, much, much worse.
It turns out that the people outside my house were protesters, I, of course leap to the conclusion that PETA had finally found me and were going to beat me with tofu bricks covered in red paint but again, I was wrong.  The protesters were all screaming about impeachment and as I looked around my humble little neighborhood I saw a sea of nothing but news vans and reporters hovering around the protesters trying to get interviews and photos.
Clearly I knew Bushy was in town, it was all over the place that he would be talking about his 'no child left behind' (unless you're poor, a minority or in public school) here this week. ...
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His speech is at a Grammar school I can see from my front window....
There is offically no parking allowed in a two block radius of my house and I have to show 'credientials' to get home today.
I just think it is curious that Bushy, after the Republican party gets so much flack about having hoophobic gay people in their ranks Bushy deciding to go to Boystown to give a speech seems a little funny to me.
Ah well, maybe he is trying to 'reach out'.. or his secret security is pulling a fast...erm I mean...slow one on their boss.