High Aspirations

I need to do my homework and get caught up.
I need to clean my house because my entire family is coming over for Thanksgiving.
I need to run errands.
I need to order gifts.

I need to read my Bible more.

:(

What's the Point?

What's the point of doing anything if I'm not commited to seeing it through?
What's the point of not wanting the outcome of a finished project?
What's the point of doing everything for a deep peaceful pleasure instead of being blown around in turbulent waters?
What's the point of not completing something when you know that the end result is something you want, something that makes your life better, makes it eaasier, makes you happier?
What's the point of not taking responsibility for your life? Don't you only get one?
What's the point of buying something new when it lessens your appreciation for other things?
What's the point in not giving yourself fully? Afraid of rejection? There's a thousand people that won't reject you. Afraid that your humor is stupid or your laugh is too loud? Stop it. People are insecure, the people casting dirty looks are full of insecurity. The blonde wearing Pink gear has been pushed to the side for her best friend in junior high and now has her time to shine expect that there are 2,000 "hers", the middle aged woman who can't keep that extra 20 pounds off is desperate for affirmation, and the twentysomething young man with loafers that are too nice for his budget is constantly plagued by feeling inadequate.
What's the point in not loving and losing with complete abandonement?

Bit of Bubbly

So, I'm in the infinite waiting period for this job I want, that being said I do a lot of part time work for different people.
My husband is a beginner collector of different kinds of beers and enjoys them like a cigar. Hence, the Big Pour festival in Scottsdale that he's wanted to attend. That leads me to last night at 12:30, an ungodly hour, that I looking under "gigs" on Craigslist led me to now working at the Big Pour Thursday through Saturday this weekend.
Random, Exciting, Conflict Schedules, and Tips :)
Huzzah!

Overheard

I'm listening to a conversation with two girls and one of them knows the guy next to them, he's in a class. The problem is that he doesn't speak very good English and has no sense of humor (no accent though...suspicious), he's like "what's your name I want to find you on Facebook" or "your mom called and she said to give me a couple dollars".
Girl: My name is Zeno
Boy: Zena?
Girl: No Zenoooooo
Boy: ok I got it Zena, and can you speak with your hands more I don't understand what you're saying.

or

Boy: What are you doing?
Girl: Writing a paper on how distracting Facebook is... just kidding
Boy: Oh well it looks like you're doing good research do you need an interview?
Girl: I was just kidding
Boy: About what?


LOL

And so it has been said...

If my life were any more dysfunctional we would live in a trailer.
My husband and I are finally walking out of the debris, that has been the entirety of the past two weeks. *whew*
Our staph infections are healing up, only leaving a small crater in my husband's face, ruining his prospective modeling career and the large lesion on the back of my leg. I guess it's only JC Penney ads for me now.
I went to the judge to talk about my tickets, hopefully lessening the payment on one of them...he wasn't there. I write out my argument and hear my named called, it's like getting manna from heaven as I see this middle age, white haired man amongst women. I know that this is the answer to the question and yet, he doesn't look overly happy to see me like I him. He looks more and more disapprovingly at me as he reads my file.....Then the lecture begins...*insert legitimate tears* the judge telling my husband to stop talking *insert more tears*....security guard handing me tissues...and whala! The $900 ticket is gone! *End Scene*
Anyway, I have my car back ($250), I have my license back ($35), I have paid my tickets ($350), and all I got was this stinking t-shirt.
PS My teachers have been more than lenient for my work being late... Hallelujah!