"I don't usually have to wait for nobody"

The past two days have been a continuation of me getting effed over by....well, life.

Ignoring the drama that continued and escalated from this weekend, which mainly was unimportant to how shitty these two days were except for that my friends are more nocturnal than I am so I am very sleep deprived...

...or I would be except that I slept through my only class today. Yeah, whoops. You know it's a bad semester when, three weeks in, you're already doing poorly academically.

To make matters worse, the guy who was driving the van I hit is absolutely not cooperating with my insurance company. I don't know if he simply has no redeeming social skills at all, or if he's playing some kind of a game and trying to get something. For the sake of my faith in humanity, I'm hoping it's the second. I'd rather think everyone has some degree of social skills and that people are manipulative and greedy than that someone can exist who is an utter failure at being nice to people ever.

On top of that, I utterly failed to get my car evaluated yesterday so I had to send my dear dear dear friend Katie to do it this morning. She stills owes me a massive favor as it is, from that time when she woke me up at 7 am. Apparently she had an entertaining conversation...
"So this guy must be your husband?"
"No!"
"Oh, your fiancee!"
"I am *not* engaged!"
"Why are you wearing that ring?"
"Uh, I like jewelry..."
"Well, he must give good head."
(At this point she paused to try to figure out why my abilities at giving head would influence her to do anything for me...)
"Well, he has to be good at something because it sure ain't driving."
(We're still trying to figure out what my blowjob skills have to do with Katie.)

Anyways, he evaluated $2,400 to fix the damages on my car caused by the accident. Lord knows what the insurance company is going to pay the other guy.
I'm making a concerted effort to think the best of this poor old guy, I mean after all I was the one who hit him. It's not really my fault that he makes it so difficult to find any good qualities in his personality, is it?

So I pretty much called mom and gave her two days worth of freaking out and was all like "I can't do college! I need to drop out!" You know, saying those things all college students believe when they are stressed. And I'm still holding by all of those things -- I'm beginning to think college is not for me.

Moving on to the next event, I went and got HIV tested today. Now, I was 99.9% sure I was clean, but I was mainly going to give Carl moral support. His first test. (Our little boi is growing up so fast!) Anyways, both of us are clean so that was a good thing!
Yay for good things!

Oh, another good thing? A friend of mine has my future husband Jim Verraros' phone number (well, business card)...and I recently (five minutes ago) discovered that he's single now. Oooh.
Hold on, Jim, I'm on my way to Hollywood! :-P

Yeah, I think I'm gonna stop there and just end on a good note. Ya'll don't need to know the rest of my day. :-P

"Do you wanna carve my name into a wall right next to yours inside of a heart?"

I'm sure this constant Savage Garden is wearing on my roommates nerves by now. It's been about 24 hours and I've listened to all of four songs not by Savage Garden and/or Darren Hayes. (Those songs, should you be wondering, were "The Factory Girls/Come Up To My Office" from Parade, "Out of my League" by Stephen Speaks, "Hold On" by Jim Verraros, and "All of the Above" by Big City Rock).

Anyways. The meat of what I'm going to write about today is a game. It's a game I love. I play it with myself, I play it with my friends. It's a cheer-up thing usually. I played it today as a method of procrastinating. Which is funny, because now I'm writing about it as a method of procrastinating.

The game is called "Anywhere But Here". All you really need to play is an imagination.
You think of where you are, and what you're doing or dealing with. An example? I'm in my dorm room and I am supposed to be writing two papers. Well, one paper and a conclusion to a paper I already wrote.
Then, you think of somewhere else you could be. "My friend's dorm room, watching Tristan & Isolde." You have to start realistically like that, because you need to escalate.
If you are playing with someone else, they'll say the next answer. "The MoJo Diner, eating bacon cheddar cheese fries."
Your turn (or the next player's turn). Whoever's turn it is escalates again.

Of course, the game is a little predictable. It almost inevitably ends on a tropical island with someone gorgeous. For example, I might end it with: "under this gorgeous waterfall with Tom Welling."Probably not Tom Welling. It's only because I heard someone out in the hall say something about Superman that I even thought of him. :P

Thursday's Pretty Person....

Jim Verraros!!

I know. Some of you are shocked he's the very first person to get written about. Some of you should know better. Look at that picture! He's SO CUTE!! I mean, that's not even one of his best ones (but I didn't want to steal off his MySpace, I'd rather steal from Broadwayworld.com....:P)

Interesting story about how he and I are going to be a Hollywood power couple. Except that he doesn't know about it, and neither does his boyfriend of, well, a while, who he is absolutely in love with.

I'm so kidding. But I do have a lot of admiration for him. He's gone from this nerdyish (but cute!!) looking guy who lost American Idol to this stellar performer, gay and out and with a strong and loyal following. And if you're creepy like me and read the comments he leaves his friends (I mean his real friends, not me :P) he's still got his head on his shoulders, his heart in the right place. Meanwhile, he's starring in raunchy and hysterical movies, and singing a wide variety of songs (raunchy like "Dirty Criminal", sweet like "Hold On", or ones for my man-hating playlist like "Outside"...any of the above!) He's got his dream in his hands, and you have to admire anyone who's accomplished that.
And did we mention that he's pretty? He is. SO PRETTY.

(Every time I write in this, Launchcast plays a song from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels for me. I love it. "Dirty Rotten Number"...one of the best finale numbers ever.)