My Subconscious Desire To Be A Badass Nun-

I had a dream last night that I had joined a convent. One night the convent was having a big dinner and for whatever reason there was a girl there doing piercings, well I decided it would be a swell idea to get a crazy lip piercing done that looks something like this- except all the way around my bottom lip. Well somehow I walked away without paying and am sitting outside freaking out about what I had just done... obviously my sisters would NOT be okay with my new face ornaments. Well the piercing lady found me and asked me to pay her and I asked her to take them out and she charged me a lot of money. I wish I knew what that meant, but I am mildly amused by my subconscious and wish that I remembered my dreams more often.

Here are some other piercing pictures I found that freaked me out.....

Wow... people are weird.

Strawberry Shortcake, SVU, and Jose.

This weekend was MEGA boring. I spent 25% of it at work, 25% sleeping, and 50% watching Law and Order: SVU whilst getting fat with Jonathan. We ate so much food... strawberry shortcake, ice cream, popcorn, homemade egg mcmuffins, spiderman mac n cheese... that's all I can remember right now.

So, I was talking to my mom earlier and she is basically an undercover slum lord. She manages about 12 homes in the Clermont area and has the worst luck. One time, these people moved out of the house and told my mom to walk through it to see how much of their deposit they would get back- well the house was INFESTED with fleas. It was so traumatic that if you mention fleas around her she gets all itchy and mad at you... so I make sure to mention them as much as possible. Another time- these people just left and stopped paying bills, rent, etc. so my mom finally went to go put a beat down on them... well the house smelled like someone died in it because the power had been turned off and there was veal in the freezer. First of all... veal is expensive, how do you pay for veal but not your rent? Second, you would think that they would say SOMETHING... but no.. they just leave. Another time, this lady didn't pay her rent for like three months and said it was because her husband left her and wahhh wahh wahh and wanted my mom to feel bad for her and refused to leave the house... how does it occur to someone that it is okay to live for free?!!? Boxes are free, under the bridge is free, but a three bedroom house in a gated community is not free! So today, she gets a phone call from Jose- who is this guy that always pays his rent on time and in cash.. she doesn't ask where the cash comes from because it is probably best not to know- well Jose no longer has a "job" and is now in Miami... SURPRISE! So again, no rent... my mom needs different double life.. she should try mob boss...

So, this brings me to my social quandary of the day... What has happened to peoples' integrity? I recognize the survival techniques- everyone wants to have a roof over their head and money in their pockets, but at what moral expense? Where is the line between protecting yourself and your family and being morally corrupt? Is it ever okay to lie, cheat, or steal for protection? Sometimes.. I wish there was a rule book to life. Guidelines for what is wrong and right. That way, when someone misbehaves we can throw the book at them- but who decides what is wrong and right? Now, you can determine what is "socially acceptable," but what does that mean? So many questions... so few answers... oh life, how you amaze and befuddle me.

Magnets, Magic, and Naked Strangers.

I started this morning having a pretty solid idea of what I was going to blog about today. I read this really interesting article about a civil engineer who decided jobs and money are overrated and his real life goal was to walk from coast to coast of the US. I was going to discuss how I felt about it and whatnot- but today's events have made a subtle request for me to put aside my feelings on personal quests.

First of all... Buckyballs are awesome! They are basically these wicked strong little magnets that you can make shapes out of. Which may sound easy or boring, but that would be a false assumption. They may seem more entertaining to me because I work at a museum store with nothing to do but play with all the children's toys- but regardless Rolling Stone Magazine rated it the adult toy of the year. Now, I realize that "adult toy" sounds like something you would find at Cafe Risque, but in reality the magnets are just too strong/small for kids to play with.

Speaking of Cafe Risque..... after a miserable attempt at basketball by the Magic tonight the group of boys and one sleeping girl I was watching the game with decided to channel surf. BAD PLAN. Late night Cinemax/HBO = naked bodies. Lots of naked bodies. I never knew there were so many documentaries about porn stars. Now, admittedly I was curious as to the secret life of the well lubed and famous- but not enough to actually watch the show. However, I was out ranked by testosterone. These people live such dangerous and dysfunctional lives, while promoting the rest of the world to do the same. I am exceptionally opposed to pornography, watching naked strangers is frowned upon because it is wrong. I find myself wondering what people did before "adult entertainment," and if it wasn't for adult entertainment- would the divorce rate be less?

I love social patterns. The end.

Karma, Kevin, and the Moon.

The Moon was big tonight. It wasn't full- just well nourished. I prefer the Moon on a diet. When it is in a crescent shape. It reminds me of a big smile, or frown, depending on the half full/half empty status of my day. TODAY'S STATUS: half full, for sure.

The Fair Trade tea was delicious, tacos were satisfying, and the company was top notch. I also enjoyed the obviously calculated meeting of Kevin, who couldn't resist Laura's Banana Republic jeans and our stimulating religious conversation. It never ceases to amuse me how talking about religion is like yelling "strangers come talk to me!" I don't mind though, as long as the strangers leave their sassy pants at home. I am intrigued by all kinds and variations of religion, and enjoy the deeper sensibility of personal beliefs. The conversation, although a bit awkward, was refreshing compared to the general college meet and greet, which always seems to have the same dialogue.

This didn't last long though... majors, future plans, and classes were shared shortly after the religion was dropped. I guess we couldn't be too socially progressive. I think my chai tea buzz is finally going away. Goodnight Moon.