Primordial Chaos

Chaos: A state of matter and will above all that is fertile with possibilities, the void from which order and greatness were born.

*Note: I'm totally aware that in the US this song was actually titled Foxey Lady with the e, but I hate that spelling so fuck it, we're doing it my way!

This post is pretty media intensive, a couple of youtube vids and a few pics. Just so you know this isn't a quick read if you actually listen to the music and look at the pics I post. :P

This week has been hell at best, and there's more incoming. Test today, one on Monday, TWO on Tuesday, and 3 papers all due between now and Tuesday too. Argh. This semester isn't quite as lax as I thought it would be. Feeling pretty stressed out, plus all the other bullshit I gotta worry about. *sigh* I'll get through it all and come out on top, but I still feel like shit now.

So I sent out another batch of transcripts today, for a school I didn't plan on applying to. Like, it was never on any of my lists and I never regarded it as a serious possibility. But since I got pushed all the way to pissed off, I just don't care if people like it or not, and I'm not telling anyone anyways so by the time people know it'll be too late for them to be negative. It seems like a pretty decent fit overall. We'll find out in April, like all the others, if they think I'm a good fit for them. I hate this whole "hey please judge me" feeling I get with every application. As awesome as I am with writing and all, you can't get a complete sense of me from anything you'll find on a piece of paper. Essays are my only shot at even trying to give a complete picture, but some schools don't even want essays for transfer students. I made sure to only apply to schools I am quite certain I would be happy at and have what I want to get me to my end goal, so even if I wind up at one of my safety schools, I'll still be pretty happy, for sure in the long run, but maybe even in the short term too.

My Lobos play tomorrow! But it's Air Force, and they're pretty terrible. :( At least they're not the Tar Heels. :P People keep saying oh, the Heels are a really young team, it's a rebuilding year, etc. Fuck your excuses. My Lobos are the 3rd youngest team in the country, and the Heels are NOT one of the other two, this was supposed to be our rebuilding year since we have 1 senior and 2 juniors, and we're tearing shit up. Jess and I were watching part of a Heels games (till Jess said "this is sad, let's play PS3") and we both noticed the team make up SUCKS. There's lack of height issues, they have people playing positions they VERY OBVIOUSLY should not be playing, Jess rattled off a long list of shit they were doing wrong. He'd know, considering his previous playing history and all. He thinks their coach is trying to do something that may have worked before, but it's not what works right now with who he has. I trust his opinion. Plus this means people are just making excuses for a shitty team. There isn't a damn thing the Heels can complain about that the Lobos weren't going through too. Youth, loss of A LOT of upperclassmen, rebuilding, etc. More importantly, I'm pretty sure Lobos are going to the Big Dance, and I'll hazard a guess at a top 5 seed and at least the Sweet Sixteen. Please god don't choke, Lobos! :P Selection Sunday is March 14th, and yes it is marked on every calendar I own. :)

Speaking of the Lobos, this is what I spent my Friday evening doing:



Cherry red and silver, our school colors! :) And my very Aeris looking backpack showing up as well. :P

On the 15th there was a stabbing on campus. They released a sketch of the suspect:


I've been getting emails all day about how the sketch looks like me. My brother thinks this is hilarious. To humor him and my friends:


Nevermind that sketch is supposed to be of a 6ft tall black MALE. I haven't yet decided what that says about what I look like. :P Anyways, one of my friends pic messaged my pic along with the sketch as a JOKE, and it said so in the message. Well, one of his friend's dumbass girlfriend thought it was for real and forwarded it to campus police. At first I was freaked out, but now I'm like, they know the suspect is a fucking black male, and last I checked I am very much so not male so I think they'll blow it off. Or bitch at me for making a mockery of their investigation or something. These are the same campus police who were "impounding" random bikes and then pawning them. *rolls eyes* 

My mom and I went to lunch, and we're sorta getting along. I still feel resented though. = / 

My brother finally bought himself a car! He bought a 2010 silver Jeep Wrangler:
 


Heehee, Blueshift poking into the pic!


And another pic...
 


I love nice weather. I can take the top down on Blueshift and cruise around. It's REALLY hard to be in a bad mood with nice weather and the top down, realizing you're a cute little 26 year old who drives a cute little sports car, and likes to do so while blaring Jimi Hendrix's Foxy Lady while sporting a mischievous grin. I see soccer moms in vans and they glare at me and I love that. So just because it's relevant AND the post title:

Since I'm on the topic of music, I have a new song I use to irritate and offend people:

The chorus is my fav part. Obviously because it's offensive and it repeats the word "fucking" a few times. 

However, my current fav song and STILL the most played in my car is Part of the Queue by Oasis. Can't find it on youtube, so you'll have to track it down on your own if you're anyone but Warren, basically. No one else I know listens to Oasis. :P Warren should so do a cover of it for me! Maybe? Please? I'll make puppy dog eyes!

It was worth a shot. :P

~A.

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I clear my mind here, basically. It's my mental toilet.

My definition of chaos up above describes me rather well. Fertile with possibilities and a future source of order and greatness...I'll get there eventually. This is me documenting parts of my journey.

And it's about to get interesting....

Part Of The Queue - Oasis - listen now

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