tired of searching hopefully for outstretched arms and kind words. i want to look at my reflection and finally say "it's good to see you again"

i've been thinking for a while about what happened to me yesterday while grocery shopping, and in the middle of my estates and trusts class....pretty much mid sentence of a douchebag who actually had the audacity to ask what a lawyer would be paid in situations where an estate does not require the executor to go to probate--lawyers are evil, i've told you guys a million times and i'm sticking to it--it struck me that the occurence of yesterday was odd.

what happened? well, a guy recognized me from myspace.

yup. i said it. i was sitting there doing my self check out when out of nowhere a guy approached me and asked me if i was cuntylicious from myspace.

now, let me say that i admire a the balls of the guy who can walk up to some random bitch, say the word "cunt", and then follow up the word "cunt" with the word "myspace" and all the while keep his complete and total composure and earnestness.

let me say that this also takes me to a new low in my life. i'm recognizable from myspace...how sad is that? at least he said i was cute...which i find hard to believe seeing as making the trek to the grocery store literally required me to take one foot out of my pneumonia laced grave, slam it on a clutch as needed, and then crawl through the store at a pace that even a snail could surpass. not to mention my voice is beyond shot such that four people who have called me actually thought i was eitan, jake, or ryan answering my phone...and my nose is a veritable hoover damn of snot. trust me, it's a fucking horrific experience being near me right now.

anyway.

in totally unrelated news i am a proud pupil of mergers and acquisitions which only meets on monday; however, on account of feeling like total ass and wanting to finish at least the first course of antibiotics before i showed my ugly mug in the law building [not to mention i'm still pissed they started a week earlier for absolutely no reason seeing as it's martin luther king jr. day on monday, so what the fuck was the point?]...so, i missed the first class. whatever. not the point. the point is that my queen-o-the-procrastination ways lead me not even to look at the first assignments list for my classes until today while sitting in class...and it turns out that there may be an awesomely cool professor in the law department yet. the first assignment as decreed by the professor was, and i quote:

"Class is cancelled for January 8th. We'll schedule a make-up class at a mutually convenient time. As a reminder, the textbook for this course is "The Law of Mergers and Acquisitions" (3d. ed.) by Dale Oesterle. Your assignment for the first class will be to watch the BCS championship game undistracted by any concerns about my class, and with a profound sense of gratitude for the fact that Brent Musburger isn't doing the broadcast this year. Go Bucks!"

how fucking cool is that? i mean, the bucks died like a flan in a fucking cupboard..but still...that's a bomb ass prof, if i do say so myself!

okay, before everyone jumps on my ass for posting something that is self depricating in every sense of it's potential one-thousand words, but there's a method to my self loathing most of the time...

and, i can't even bullshit a logical method this time. i'm the queen of being rejected, and i'm well aware that i'm on the other side of the coin fairly often as well.

sometimes it's good to wear your label loud and proud...sometimes wearing your label makes the harsh reality of it seem a bit more easy to swallow...

it's not the worst thing in the world to come to grips with the denouement of your ongoing fairtytale gone slightly astray and wholly wrong.