Honest

There is so much time in my life that I want to be wonder woman. Everyone knows about my silly Buffy obsession. Well it's simply because I wish I could be like that. Not so much the whole chosen to save the world part, but the other stuff. I wish I could be strong and confident and cool and womanly and open and smart.

And then there's days where I simply wobble around completely out of control, it seems, and I can't really control what comes out of my mouth, and my whole body aches, and I don't feel smart or strong or cool at all. It kinda sucks. It's like I'm back in 9th grade. Does anyone remember me back then? Did anyone KNOW me back then?

I was little and awkward and always scared. It seemed like half the time I tried to speak my mind or talk to someone who intimidated me or who I admired, my brain would swallow itself and the most ridiculous nonsense would come tumbling out of my mouth. And so most of the time I just didn't really talk at all.

But now I talk way too much, like, all the time. So when I suddenly revert to 9th grade Robin, it's this horrible blobby mess. It's like there's no middle ground. Either I have to say everything that's on my mind or say nothing at all. And nowadays it's always everything. And it's always to the wrong people. The people I'm scared of. The people I admire. Because they're the people that matter, sort of. If I come all out to people I'm scared of, maybe they'll seem a little less scary. That doesn't make much sense, now does it? If I'm forward and upfront and say everything I think right away, it means that later I can't mess up and stumble my words and not make sense and be an idiot so it's not as easy for them to squish me. Which obviously, is what I need to be worried about. People squishing me. And people I admire, I open myself up to because I want to be accepted by them, and I want them to tell me I'm cool and okay and not a total spaz no matter how much of a squishy mess I'm acting like. If someone I look up to says it's okay, then well...I guess it's okay.

Eventually I grow up and stop acting like a 14 year old. Because I am not 14, I am 19, and I am smart, and I am strong, and I am womanly and confident and open. Usually. Sometimes. And I have lapses of insanity. But hey. At least I'm honest about it. Right?

Mm, I forgot my medicine yesterday which means today I am dizzy and over emotional and very sleepy. Boo. So I have the urge to run away to where people are very nice and will be my friends. I usually have that urge, it's just stronger than usual today.

My mom got me hot dogs. 'Cause she's cool.

There is a chair at my grandmother's that I wish I could sit in right now. It is comfy and moves and is lovely. But I don't have it so I can't sit in the lovely comfy chair. Oh well.

Moo

I feel blue. Someone cheer me up, please.

::spaz::

Oh. Shiznit.

In July, there is going to be an I LOVE THE 90'S.

HOLY SHIIIITTT!!!

We MUST watch!!! Must must must must must must must. Do you remember sitting around Mike's house talking about what should be on I Love the 90's?! Gaaahhh!!

I am almost almost on the verge of that healthy kind of not caring.

(An Entry of Parentheses)

In which Robin bitches about her Grandmother Dearest...

Gah. Apparently I have to go to my Grandma's tomorrow. Really really don't want to. We're supposed to go way earlier than I previously thought (we're supposed to be going for dinner) so that we can go swimming (which I now realize I was told about but chose to forget it rather soon after hearing this information...in one ear, out the other, you know, you know...). Except I don't have a bathing suit except a bikini I got last year (which I don't know the location of) which I completely WON'T wear in front of my GRANDMOTHER for pity's sake. 'Cause knowing my Grandma, she'll look at me and make some comment about my figure that will be not only embarassing, but also probably cause me years of self doubt (if you want an example just ask me to tell you the Bat Mitzvah story). So no swimming for Robin. Oh well, didn't really want to anyway. Her pool is always fool of everyone and their mother's grandkids. No thanks. I'll sit in the sun and read and maybe listen to some music and that should be okay (with proper sun screen application of course, I've learned my lesson, pale girls don't tan...at least not naturally, we don't...speaking of which, must remember to apply self tanner so as not to have a narsty glare off my skin tomorrow..oh what a contradiction I am).

At some point my grandmother is going to bitch at me about how I don't call her or e-mail her. But see, here's what she does. She calls my house and talks to my dad, but instead of just asking to talk to me she tells my dad to tell me to call or e-mail her, claiming that she doesn't want to bother me or something! What?! Why?! How is this at all logical?! It's less of a bother to just ask to talk to me when you're already on the phone than to try and make me remember to call and/or e-mail you, and then whine about it later when I don't remember! I am a busy girl, I don't spend all that much time thinking about when I have to call my grandma. Okay, I do sometimes, but that's the other grandma, who's insane enough for THREE grandmas! I don't need this from both of them! So I will simply have to ignore the guilt trippin' I'm going to receive and tell her that she is free to ask to speak to me when she calls the house but I am very busy and don't ever really remember to e-mail anyone. Which is pretty true.

Oh yes. Also, there will be a problem with me not swimming tomorrow. Because anytime I go there without a swim suit or anytime I don't want to swim my Grandma pouts (literally!) and gets a very weepy voice and goes, "Aren't you ever going to swim at our pool again?" and if I don't have a swim suit she seriously TRIES TO GET ME TO BORROW ONE FROM HER. Ew! Grandma bathing suit! Grandma bathing suit! Abso-friggin-lutely NOT. Gross gross gross gross gross. Bathing suits are just something you don't share. It's like sharing underwear. Okay, maybe I can understand it once in awhile, but only if it's from someone around your own age and similar body type and who you are very good friends with. But not your Grandma! 'Cause...ew!!! Grandma bathing suit!

Enough of that. I bitch too much. Anyway, I got PAID today! Mmm....hard earned lovely CASH. In paycheck form. With quite a bit taken out for taxes. But still. MONEY. And I got quite a nice chunk for my lovely time of filing. I'm starting to like my job a lot more, or at least the people at it. Especially the one receptionist lady who I think will be my mentor while working there as she constantly jokes about threatening violence on some of the more obnoxious patients and who I can go over to with a chart of someone with a funny name and she will laugh at it and not tell me to go do something boring and inane. Also, yesterday while my boss was on the phone with someone who was driving her insane, I had to ask her a question. She kept making faces at me about the woman on the phone, so finally I took a post-it and drew a picture of my boss whacking the annoying woman with a big hammer (in stick figure form, of course) and stuck it on the shelf above her desk. And it's still there! How awesome! Haha!

Alright, I've written too much. But I like writing. Whee! K, bye for now, dearies. Time to NOT be able to watch Adult Swim. Boo.

P.S. I'm queen of run-on sentences today. Anyway.

America's Constantly Top Model

Warning! Talk of my bra size inside!

Gotcha...okay, no, there really is...but it'd be really funny to see your face if it really was a "Gotcha!" moment....

Man, if only I could be as hot as Tyra Banks...although it would be quite a feat, seeing as she's a 5'11" black woman with huge bazoombas and I'm a 5'4" white chick with, okay, we'll say well proportioned bazoombas. Although I guess you don't call well proportioned boobs "bazoombas". I think you can only call huge bazoombas "bazoombas". I think I've reached my "bazoombas" limit for this entry.

Speaking of which, in case you're wondering, I have the same bra size as Rachel Green. Now if you can figure that one out, you deserve to know my bra size.

Littering and....

Why can't I see blogs? This is no good...:-
So I bitched about work a bunch, but really I haven't said that there's actually some very nice people who work there. Like the lady who at the end of the day when I had nothing to do and was afraid I'd be yelled at for sitting around said to me, "Just grab a file, open it in front of you, and no one will bug you." Tee hee. Most of the receptionist ladies are really nice and apparently really like telling each other dirty jokes they hear on the radio. There's also a surprising amount of ganja references for middle aged women working in a doc's office.

I just told my mom that and she didn't know what "ganja" means. Weirdo.

I have to go, I am very achey. S'no fun. Somebody fix it...

Attn. David

David doesn't let people put comments on his blog and I don't have his screen name, so now I must use my blog as a messenger service:

What's not that surprising? The back thing? The creepy doctor thing? All of the above? After more thought on the subject, none of it is all that surprising really. Aggrivating, but not really surprising. But I'm not quite sure what you're talking about...so explain, please? Since when do you use so few words when expressing an opinion?! It's really quite incredible....

Trap

So here's something I've been thinking about the past few days. It's kinda weird.

Human beings act really strange sometimes. Especially when it comes to being under strain. Like we can be under the most stressful of conditions, school pressure, family illness, fighting with our friends, and still just keep on going. But then one little insignificant thing can happen and we break down. Like the other day with the whole work clothes thing. Through all the crap that's been going on in my life lately, I still have been sort of plowing along and getting through. But my boss calls to tell me to get some new shirts and I flipped out and started crying on the phone to my mother and screaming out of frustration in the shower over something ridiculously stupid.

I think sometimes, people are like Chinese finger traps. The harder you pull on us, the more we hold on. But just a tiny, slight movement, and we fall away. Kinda weird. Just something I was thinking about.

Sexy 

Baby Got BACK

So, would you like to know why I had to spend nearly 80 dollars on new clothes for work yesterday? Did I show off cleavage? Nope. Were the clothes too tight? Nope. Could you see through anything? Nope.

You see, the problem was that apparently when I bend down to get something on a low shelf, you could see MY BACK. Apparently, the people in the DOCTOR'S OFFICE are afraid of seeing a human BACK. GAAAHH!!!!!

I have a pretty good idea of who exactly had a problem with my wardrobe. See, there's this kinda creepy ultra Catholic doctor who works there. My boss said to me one day "He's really religious...don't go asking him for any abortion pills...or any kind of pills". Um. Okay. Wasn't really planning on it, but whatever. So anyway, this guy seriously gives me the creeps. Something with how he looks at me or talks to me or both. He'll say to me, "Hello young lady," and sort of look me up and down and smile. Blech. Anyway, the other day I was putting files away on a bottom shelf and caught him watching me bend down. Creep. So I'm pretty sure that either he said something about it or someone saw him looking at my back and said something about it.

This is highly frustrating. Why should I have to go out and buy lots of new clothes just because some doctor's a perv? So not fair at all. I should sue them for sexual harassment! Not that it'd really work, but still...

My mom's theory when I told her was that someone was afraid they'd get turned on by it or something. EW. She also said she was very frustrated about it yesterday and was talking to someone and said, "It took me years to get her to STOP wearing only big baggy sweatshirts and now they're trying to make her put them back on?!?!" Hehe. See, I told you my mom always wanted me to be more slutty.

::dies of embarassment::

So I have to go buy bigger clothes because apparently my work thinks my clothes are too small. Basically that I dress like a slut or something.

::crawls in to a hole::

On 24

Robin: So that chick was "convieniently" immune, huh?
Dad: Well...there were some people who were immune....and she was one of them...
Robin: Uh huh....
Dad: But there was one kinda important guy who died...
Robin: But was he in the main credits?
Dad: Weeeellll....no...but...
Robin: And was he a hot chick?
Dad:...Noooooo...but they killed off the wife in the first season...
Robin: And was she a hot chick?
Dad:......
Robin:...Nooooooo......

I do believe it's about time to bitch about my job a bit. Now, I know I ALWAYS bitch about my job, no matter what it is. And this one really isn't that bad. Especially compared to my last one. I mean, that job was the biggest ass this side of Texas. No, this job really isn't that bad. It keeps me rather busy and I don't have to do dumb things like fill paint bottles or clean up after pukey little children.

Here's the thing. My job, it's FULL of old ladies. And really, I don't have that big a problem with old ladies. There's one or two of these old chicks who's pretty cool. But there are some who are just...gah!

Okay, there's this one woman. She's not actually an old lady. I don't really know how to describe her, other than she has really bad hair like the chick from Captain and Tenille. Which I really only know what it looks like from watching I love the 70's. But whatever. This woman is either incredibly stupid or incredibly lazy. Or maybe both. So, my job is to do lots of stuff with the files in this place. Like put them in order after the doctors are done with them, set them up for incoming patients, pull out the ones the doctors ask for, that kinda stuff, and it actually keeps me extrodinarily busy. I can usually keep up pretty well but only just barely. I mean, there's eight doctors with a ton of patients to keep up with, so it gets pretty hectic. But this woman keeps giving me random charts to find simply because she's too lazy to go look for them herself. She also acts like I'm not doing my job if I haven't found every single chart that will be needed for the day yet. I'm sorry lady, I have a lot of shit to do all at once, it's not really important to me that I find a chart for someone coming in at 6 PM when it's only 11 AM. That's not all she does, she's also just really dumb. I had this whole pile of charts for tomorrow that I was going to get set up, but I had to go off and do some random search for something or other and when I came back they were gone. This lady stole them. Okay, whatever, if she wants to do them that's her problem. But then she starts harassing me to find this lady's chart. I look in the stacks, I look in the lab, I look on the doctor's desk, I look on the reciptionist's desk and it's nowhere to be found. Finally I go to my boss and ask her where the hell this file could be and she rolls her eyes, makes a face, and tells me to check the charts for the next day which that chick stole. I look and what's the FIRST file on the stack?! The one she sent me running all over for!! And NONE of the charts for the next day are done, which I mention, and she simply looks at me half embarassed and half pissed and goes "I'M going to do them." Bah. I could have had those charts done in like, twenty minutes hours before then and wouldn't have been a stupid biznatch who couldn't think to look on your own desk for a file. Yeah, probably NOBODY cares, but trust me, she's a bi-otch. She didn't even say thank you. Booo.

Also, all the big shelves where the files are stored are on tracks so you can save space by rolling one to the side to get to another book case. It's kinda cool, except when some of these ladies are obnoxious and I think possibly bitter that I'm skinny since they make mention of that way too often to be normal and they try to get to a file on a book case on the other side of where I am and they roll the case towards me without warning me and nearly squish me to death. Brar.

K, done bitching for now. I'm tired. And wearing ugly white pants. And really need a nap. And a shower. But instead I have to pick up my dad from the train in ten minutes despite the fact that I should make him walk since he made me late this morning. Or most mornings. Yeah, he definitely needs a talking to.

Mm, sleepy.

JK Rowling is also my hero

Mike in particular, but any Harry Potter fans....JK Rowling's Official Site is pretty cool. Lots of cool stuff like drawings she did while writing the books and her putting rumors to rest and stuff like that. I like. :-)

I feel the need to quote Mean Girls and I don't know why

In the words of Regina:

Booooo, you whore.

Oops

Oops, that posted twice. Figured that might happen. Oh well, too lazy to fix it. Just think of it as really good deja vu. Bye now. Zzzzz.....

Wow, sometimes I say fuck a lot

Got deleted the first time. That's what happens when I don't copy first. Stupid me.

Anyway, I can't find the remote for my TV and it's driving me up a fucking wall. I like watching TV when I'm sleepy. I also like switching from channel 72 to channel 5. I do not like having to get up and hit the little channel button a trillion times to do this!! Rar. Somebody find my remote. Now.

Other than that I had a really good day. And Starbucks makes really good iced tea. Yummy. And I won ten bucks in the lottery, so someone please remind me to go redeem that soon. And also remind me to return Bend It Like Beckham 'cause...yeah, that's pretty fuckin' late by now.

Bye now. Sleepy. Zzzz....

Random Shit

I can't find the remote to my TV and it's driving me up a fucking wall. I like watching TV when I'm sleepy. I like going from channel 72 to channel 5. I don't like having to get up and press the little channel button a trillion times to do that!!! Rar. Somebody find my remote.

Other than that I had a really good day. And starbucks makes great iced tea. And I won ten bucks in the lotto, so someone remind me to go redeem it soon, please.

:-D

Dear Linda and Mari,

I <3 you.

Love,
Robin

Probably better than other things I could write

I'm too lazy to think of anything decent and/or not rude and immature to write...so you're stuck with a survey I stole from Molly. Sucks for you.

P.S. Why does JP Lee's taste so good and then make me burp SO much?! It's really quite frustrating.

A - Age: 19
B - Best Friend: Sluts numero uno y tres...my lovely Linda and Mari
C - Chore you hate: Cleaning. And setting the table.
D - Dad's name & occupation: Marty, I dunno, something with a computer
E - Essential everyday item(s): Other than ACTUAL essentials like food and water and stuff? Cute shoes that make me happy is the first thing that comes to mind.
F - Favorite actor/actress: Dun got one, really. My grandma, maybe?
G - Gold or silver: Silver
H - Hometown: Maplewood
I - Instruments you play: Violin and Piano
J - Job: Filing..exciting, no?
K - Kids: are sometimes cute, except when they're being really obnoxious and then they annoy me.
L - Living arrangements: With the 'rents. And my cat. Who really are not bad people to live with at all, except when I get lonely and miss people my own age, which is a lot. But my parents are pretty cool about not being way too annoyingly parental to me. :-)
M - Mother's name and occupation: Judy, Religious School VP even though she really should open up a craft store or something. Or sell her quilts.
N - Name and who are you named after: First name after my mom's dad who died before I was born, middle name after dad's grandma who died before I was born. It's a Jewish tradition to name kids after loved ones who've died.
O - Overnight hospital stays: None, that I know of, other than when I was born.
P - Phobia: Abandonment. Also not much for planes or elevators.
Q - Quote you like: I have lots, I made a whole desktop background out of them. Here's part of a Maya Angelou poem called "Life Doesn't Frighten Me" that I've looked at a lot recently.
Don’t show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.

I’ve got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve,
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

R - Ride you have: Toyota
S - Shows/Soaps you like: Everyone already knows I have to say Buffy.
T - Time you wake up: Um...whenever I wake up or have to wake up...
U - Unique habit: Um...I have lots, I'm sure, but it's hard to think of one right now...putting a ton of chocolate chips on my waffles for breakfast in the morning?
V - Vegetable(s)/Fruit(s): Carrots and apples. I'm very plain.
W - Worst habit: Panicking (although technically I have an excuse for that..well..sometimes), bad temper, oh, I recently have been cracking my knuckles like crazy.
X - X-rays you've had: We have one lying around in the office somewhere of my head and neck from when I was about two and was walking around on my mom's high heels and fell down and kept complaining about my neck hurting. Also x-rays of my teeth, I've had a ton of those. So annoying. I always gag on the stupid film stuff they put in your mouth.
Y - Yummy food you make: I can make lotsa stuff, though usually it's from mixes and stuff. Though I am a co-creator of pizza sandwiches. And I make a pretty awesome grilled cheese sandwich. As well as some pretty good scrambled eggs. Mm...this is making me hungry..hmm...
Z - Zodiac Sign: Aries

Why Tina Fey is my Hero

Tina Fey: The cover story of New York Magazine this week is Baby Panic. This goes perfectly with the other magazines on my coffee table -- Where Are The Babies? (US), Why Haven't You Had A Baby? (People), and, For God's Sake Have A Baby (Time).
Thanks Time Magazine, this is just what I need -- another article so depressing that I can actually hear my ovaries curling up.

According to author Sylvia Hewlett, career women shouldn't wait to have babies because our fertility takes a steep drop-off after age 27. And Sylvia's right -- I definitely should've had a baby when I was 27, living in Chicago, over a biker bar, pulling down a cool 12 grand a year. That woulda worked out great.
But Sylvia's message is feminism can't change nature, which is true. If feminism could change nature, Ruth Bader Ginsburg would be all oiled up on the cover of Maxim.
Ladies, there's no reason to panic though: it's out of your control anyway. Either your cooter works, or it doesn't.

My mom had me when she was 40, and this was back in the 70s when the only "fertility aid" was Harvey's Bristle Cream. So, waiting is just a risk that I'm going to have to take.

And, I don't think I could do fertility drugs, because, to me, 6 half-pound translucent babies is not a miracle! I'd rather adopt a baby. I don't need a kid that looks like me. I was not a cute kid. I looked like a cross between that chick from the Indigo Girls... and the other chick from the Indigo Girls! Not a cute kid.

Dratch, Poehler, Maya... how do you feel about author Sylvia Hewlett?

ALL: We hate Sylvia Hewlett.

Rachel: Yea, Sylvia, um.. thanks for reminding me that I have to hurry up and have a baby... me and my 4 cats will get right on this.
Amy: My neighbor has this cute little adorable Chinese baby that speaks Italian..so, I'll just buy one of those..
Maya: Yeah, Sylvia, maybe your next book should tell men our age to stop playing Grand Theft Auto 3 and holding out for the chick from Alias.
Amy: You guys wanna go stare at Ana some more?
ALL: Yeah, okay.

Attn. Mari Chin

1. I have work in less than three hours. It is a half an hour drive away. I have yet to fall asleep. As soon as I felt sleepy enough to fall asleep, my allergies decided that I was not allowed to sleep. Someday I will take an axe to those stupid rose bushes outside.

2. MARI - You may have already done this, but I forgot to return Bend it Like Beckham, so I'm reminding you, heh. Please either return Mona Lisa Smile or lemme know if you want me to pick it up and I'll return it myself, which is no big deal. Lemme know what's goin' on with that, please.

Awesome new template

Sweet! New templates! And they actually don't suck!

And lets see if the comments work...'cause that'd just rock my world....

::blinks::

Yo, what's up with the new Blogger? Weird. And all I really came here to say was "Did you know there's a Pepto Bismol dance?!"

But now I'll say more.

My poor lovely cat is sick so we have to give her medicine at least twice a day. Have you ever tried to give a cat medicine? It's not fun, and I have the scratches to prove it. But mostly I feel bad for her because I think she's been sick for awhile and we were bastards who didn't take care of her how we should have. It's not really like she could have gotten to the vet all by herself, or even told us she was sick. I feel awful! Plus now we have to torture her with the medicine, but hopefully that will make her feel better. My poor cat. I'm a horrible cat owner. Although now instead of peeing on my foot (which she did on Thursday, hardy har, laugh all you want, but that was what got me off my ass to get her to the vet....I have a theory now that she might have done it as a way to try and tell us something was wrong...poor kitty...) as well as everywhere else in the house, she instead cuddles up next to me at night. And she also has this really good way of knowing when I'm feeling crappy about life (which is pretty often lately) and snuggling with me, which makes me feel better. I love my kitty. No matter how much I bitch about her peeing places. I hope I don't let her be sick for so long without getting her to the vet again. Poor baby.

It's funny, though, 'cause we have to give her the same stuff they give little kids. Bubble gum amoxicillan (sp?). It's liquid, and we have to use a dropper, and she hates when we try to give it to her, but I don't think she minds the taste too much. It's kinda amuzing. Heh. It really is bubble gum, it smells and looks exactly like the stuff I'd get when I had an ear infection. Hehe.

I freaked out to Mari today over AIM. I freak out a lot. I'm not exactly having a very good year. Sigh. I suck at dealing with change. And with trusting that I've not completely fucked up my life. Le sigh.

It's late. I have work tomorrow. And now I can't even find the cat to snuggle with 'cause she ran away after getting her medicine. Oh well. G'night all. Sweet dreams.

Three things I am wearing.
1) green skirt
2) black sunflower shirt
3) hair tie on my wrist

Three things on the desk.
1) computer monitor
2) jewelry box
3) small mirror

Three good ways to describe my personality.
1) silly
2) hopeful
3) empathetic

Three bad things about my personality.
1) quick-tempered
2) overly sensitive
3) paranoid

Three parts of my heritage.
1) lithuanian
2) latvian
3) polish

Three things I like about my body.
1) my eyes
2) my hair
3) my legs

Three things I do not like about my body.
1) my stomach
2) my teeth
3) my fingernails are kinda flat?

Three things most people do not know about me.
1) i played soccer and took dance and gymnastics classes when i was younger and lived in new york
2) i'm allergic to some sort of metal(s) which is in a lot of accessory type stuff in the US. That's why i don't wear a watch (okay, maybe that one's mostly laziness since i can get decent non-metal watches) or much jewelry very often (i wore a necklace last saturday and still have a little bit of a rash on my neck). Also part of the reason I let my ear piercings close up since I was allergic to the posts a lot and my ears would get infected.
3) i haven't got my mom a mother's day present yet!!!!!!

Three things I say the most.
1) so
2) anyway
3) yeah

Three places I want to go.
1) england
2) japan
3) ireland

Three names that I go by.
1) Robin
2) Robin
3) also Robin....I have no real nicknames...I suck.....

Three screen names I have had.
1) typicalbrunette
2) odiebird27
3) noimnotinsane

Updating from the library at school! The computers here have these neat privacy screen things. Fantastic. Although I hate that the mouse doesn't have a scroll thingy. That pisses me off, it confuses my fingers.

I had a lovely Barnes and Nobel-fest today. Fun fun. Adios for now. People need to leave me comments. Because I said so. Bitches.

You know how Willard Scott always announces the people turning 100 on the Today show? Well, is it just me, or does he sometimes come off like he has a bit of an old lady fettish? He just sounded way too convincing this morning when he was saying how beautiful a pair of twin Christian Scientists turning 100 are. Hmm....

We have no food in my house. Well, we do, but only the food my dad likes. So anytime I say to him "We have no food," which has been pretty much all week, he just kinda looks at me funny and ignores me. I mean, he did go to Kings the other day. However when he came back all he had gotten was a couple frozen dinners and about four different kind of weight watchers desserts. Mm. What a thoughtful man. I offer to go food shopping, but that requires someone giving me money to go shopping (since I have about a $1.79 at the moment) and not just saying "Oh, I'll try and do it tomorrow,". So then what ends up happening is like what happened last night where I spend three hours trying to figure out something to eat that's available and then end up having a bowl of rice with soy sauce for dinner. Yum.

Now I'm watching a McDonald's commercial with lots of yummy breakfast food. Sigh. And people bitch at me about being too skinny. It's because I have no food! Silly people.

Last Friends EVER tonight! Ahh! That's beyond comprehension. Friends has been on since I was 9. Okay, so that's from pre-puberty all the way to freshman in college.....holy crap....no Friends is gonna be so weird! I know, no one actually cares. Except maybe Linda. Linda understands the Friends thing.

Now the Rembrandt's are singing "I'll Be There For You" on the Today show live. It's possible either they haven't sung it in quite awhile, or the mics are messed up 'cause the guy doing the harmony is way too loud and kinda off-key sounding. Tee hee hee. I'm mean. But then he switched and went to the other guys mic, so maybe the mics are messed up. Anyway. Stop talking Robin. Who gives a shit?

Yeah, definitely about time to go back to bed. Bye bye.

I'm mad at the world today.

Old 80's TV shows are great 'cause their fighting is so lame it's completely realistic! And there's no cheezy music in the background either. K, back to being a spaz.

Hi, my name is Robin and I'm a COMPLETE AND TOTAL SPAZ.

::bangs head against wall::

I give up any thoughts I've ever had of becoming a psychology major. I don't think they let CRAZY PEOPLE become psychology majors.

Ugh. I need some soup. And then a nap. And then a hug. Sigh.