Holiday Aftermath

What a weekend! Or should I say, what a week?! I'm exhausted. I'm finally taking a break by staying indoors for the entire Sunday. I'm also testing out this nifty blogger for my iTouch. I'll blog more when I feel like it.

His Missed Connection

If you know me well enough, you'll know that I frequent the missed connection page of craigslist.com every morning. Heck, I even consider it part of my morning reading in addition to local Sacramento news and the Capitol Morning Report. Yes, I'm pretty hooked on it like I'm hooked on political scandals. So any-who, I LOVE stories, which is why I became a history major, and yes, I do have my bachelors in Political Science because it's more reliable for me to obtain a decent income with that than History. And, yes, money isn't everything in Violet's world, but this girl has an appetite for good food, good fun, good things, good living and she needs some sort of income for that. Back to craigslist addiction: I enjoy stories in any form but the missed connection section really reels me in. It's amazing how people can go on with life knowing their missed connection is out there. It's a bit inspirational. I LOVE the angry rants one and yes, even the romantic ones. If you want to start reading missed connections on craigslist as well, I suggest you read inspirational ones in areas other than Sacramento. Why? Because the some of the stories here are lame with short missed connection descriptions or people are using it as their live journal (hello, blogspot? xanga? wordpress? not craigslist, people. *rolls eyes*). Also, a lot of the people who post on there have no knowledge of simple English sentence structures or they have bad spelling and grammar. That bothers me. So I read LA and the Bay Area when I'm fed up with some of the Sacramento unemployed, uneducated craigslist dwellers. Nonetheless, then there are stories that really capitvates me and makes me believe in fairies and talking monkeys. Here's an example I saved. Let me know if the story sounds familiar. =)

*****

I met you at Faces back in August of 08. You were wearing a stripped grey shirt, glasses, and a bandana over your long shaggy hair. You look Native American. We were introduced, I thought you were gay. Your hands were sweaty from dancing and you were extremely drunk. Fast forward to September 2008. I ran into you at Pete's Coffee house on J st. You were wearing a beanie sans glasses. You called me a bitch because I didn't remember you. I was pissed and wanted to punch you in the face. You told me you liked my small girly hands after you knocked back a few drinks at Streets of London. I replied coldly "These hands can kill." You laughed and we parted ways. Fast forward today, Sunday April 5, 2009. I'm sitting in the study hall doing research on zoning laws of Elk Grove. I look up and there you are studying the effects of organic farming. Today you are wearing your glasses with a grey Hollister sweater. You look tired. Your hair is sporting a conservative short shaggy cut, versus the long shaggy hair I am accustomed to. This is a completely different light that I am now seeing you in. I'm too scared to let you know how I feel about you now. I want to walk over and say hi, but I'm too afraid. *****

And that's just the short version of it.

Isn't it cute? Philliam says it almost sounds like us when I read it aloud to him back in April. The only difference is that we hated one another when we meet in July, for reasons I do not want to discuss. It wasn't until October when Philliam was pissed off because I had wandered off without Mermaid during BeerFest and they couldn't keep moving until Sunny and Ariell found me. He demanded my brother for my number so he could call me to angrily shout "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Man, what a bitch -__- Let's just say after he obtained my number, he wouldn't stop sending me annoying mass text messages which pissed me off even more. The end. I'm off to get a second dose of missed connection.

Dummy Joke from mon ami, Miss America

Blond Password

During a recent password audit, it was found that a blond was using the following password:

MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofySacramento

When asked why such a long password, she said she was told that it had to be at least 8 characters long and include at least one capitol.

Aftermaths of stress

What happens when Violet is frustrated and stressed out from the effects of school, personal life, and the lack of job opportunities there are for graduates...? She yanks on her eyelashes. ALL OF THEM.

Hmm...

If only blogging was made available to me at all times. i.e in the form of a mobile device!

This is NOT cool...

Honestly, who the fuck cares about the White House crashers, Tiger Wood's car crash, or Chelsea Clinton's engagement. Why the fuss, CNN? Why the repeats on stories that DO NOT matter when there are news worthy stories of albinos in Africa being hunted and murdered for witchcraft? Or how human trafficking still exists in America. Apparently, the stupid news media just wants to focus on stories that idiots would rather hear about rather than time sensitive issues of human endangerment. WTF, seriously? Why are there so many repeats on Tiger Wood's car crash - he's alive and well, people! News media should be repeating the stories of human trafficking in America, which is much more of a pressing matter at this time - well, to me at least. Urgh, fuck this shit. Idiots. EDIT: I see that CNN has a whole hour of covering the human trafficking material tomorrow. At 6 in the fucken morning. I can't watch that. I have to get ready for work at that time and try to catch the light rail and make it to work on time to work on my juvenile justice facilities report to give to boards of supervisor down in LA. This is obviously stressful, I can never get what I want. MAJOR URGH.