Revo show update

Apparently Sara T has cancelled so she won't be DJ'ing tonight. That girl has way too much stuff going on.

Also, your $9 cover includes all the beer you can drink (until the beer runs out).

Lolly, Lolly, Lolly get your adverbs here

I have had school house rock songs going through my head for the past few days. I am not really sure why.

superStar broke into the fridge while I was at school and ate a can of frosting. Now he is so hyper that he is jumping off the couch on to Monkey's back.

For some reason, I have this feeling of impending doom today. I am a stressball. I think it is because this coming weekend is so busy that I don't think I am going to get to sleep at all.

Speaking of which, the Revo show lineup is different than what I originally posted. Here it is:

Atlas
Machine Gun Blues
Tigerlilly Jumpstation
Dragon Deer (which is apparently just some version of the swayback)

DJs - Sara T and Mike Howard

Fashion show

Rocky Mountain Rollergirls will be selling jello shots

$9 Friday Feb 11 8pm

Today

I lost my pen

My knees are killing me (weather related)

I am going to flunk my bio test, I can feel it (I am having concentration problems, so the studying isn't going too well)

I have decided to look for a new job, I don't care if it drives me into bankruptcy.

My all time favorite Buck Rogers episode is on. (where the kids go crazy from listening to poison rock music)

More Buck Rogers thoughts

Was Dr. Theopolis a PhD? I would assume so as it doesn't seem that he could treat people very well if he was a medical doctor. Could he see? Did his computer head have to spend all the time in school or was he just programmed as a doctor? Wait, was he a dead real person in robotic frisbee form? What exactly was going on with him and Twiki? They were like robot life partners.

The bra that broke the camel's back

My dog, Monkey, eats bras. He loves them more than any other thing. So I have become very adept at hiding them away when I take them off. Though sometimes I forget. In the last week Monkey has eaten both of my newest bras. Not only are they the newest but they are also the ones that look best on me.

When I discovered him eating my black one yesterday (which i had put under my pillow when I took it off but he discovered it in the two minutes that I was in the bathroom), I lost it. I couldn't believe that I was standing there crying over a bra but yet there I was. After a few minutes I realized it was stupid and not the end of the world. I moved on but I am still really pissed. Monkey is, of course, completely oblivious to his own actions. He is a good dog otherwise but I can't seem to break him of his underwear fetish (he has a thing for panties too).

One More Thought

This maybe the most spoiled thing I have ever said but I am going to say it anyway. In the middle of all of my current financial troubles it really pisses me off that my father, who has all the disposable income in the world and no other children, won't loan me one red cent.

Well that isn't entirely true. I am sure he would loan me money if I sold my soul to the devil, started voting republican, sold my dart, wore clothes meant for a 50 year old, sold my house, bought one piece of furniture from Ethan Allen (as opposed to 15 pieces from thrift stores) and never disagreed with a single thing he said ever again. Unfortuntately, I still have a spine and am incapable of that sort of arrangement.

I am sure you think I am probably exaggerating. I assure you, if anything I am downplaying the situation. I just wish he was a bit more compassionate, that's all.

Okay, I am really going to write my mary-kate and ashley paper now. Really. Here I go.

Thud

I think I just hit the brick wall at the end of Short Term Disability bliss. For some reason, I was not paid my normal amount on pay day and I think it is because my company messed up and had been paying me too much before. So although my disability isn't up until the end of the month, I think the money is gone. Which is a problem because having bad knees is some expensive shit, PT alone is $75 a week. So I am broke as a joke right now.

That being said, I am going to be really pissed if I go back to work and they just lay me off. It is a definite possibility but I am trying not to get too down about it. I figure one way or another, everything will work out and if for some reason it doesn't - I chose Derby (hence injury) and I have no ability to save money - so I made my own bed, I'll lie in it.

School is also really hard right now and I am not helping anything by writing this instead of my evaluation paper on the works of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen (No I am not kidding) for English Comp. I just can't seem to focus on it.

On a more positive note...

I am still in love with that mixed CD. Although the actual CD is now with its intended recipient, I can't stop listening to it on my iTunes.

I am getting a sizable income tax return so hopefully that will come soon and ease some of my financial woes.

The other morning someone told me that I make them really happy. I played it off like I heard that sort of thing all the time but it was the best thing I have heard in months. I am not going to let it go to my head though.