Sasa!!

I'm like...hella bored. And retarded. I really am staying up because I'm too lazy to search for my contacts case - and I refuse to sleep with my contacts in AGAIN because I was too lazy to find the case last night and slept with them in then! It's a never ending, vicious cycle.

So Melia and I went to Lu'au practice today. It was a mandatory dress rehearsal that lasted from 5PM to 11PM. Yeah. 6 hours. Oh, and our section is slightly effed up. The musicians are live and they don't ever really practice with us so we're all offbeat and don't know half the steps... Whatevs. It's a hurrrflip.

My family also happens to be in town. And I have no idea how to entertain my 15 yr. old brother and 17 yr. old sister for unknown amounts of time...? Sooooo.... Yeah. That's cool. I dance in Lu'au tomorrow and eevveerryone should coomme.... except Casey. Stay home, faggot. Oh, and I don't think I would be terribly sad if Amelia weren't there either? :) It's a hurrflip. Loves.

Yay for spontaneity!

So I love.... Brand New. Lyrics, Burrito, iPods, cigarette smoke, clean laundry, defining moments, new things... It goes on. I would normally post stuff that I hate, only appropriate to play devil's advocate, but I think I like to keep the clean, happy mood.

Highlight of the day: Sight seeing w/ Burrito (Barret.) Loves!!







Quote of the day:
You're never going to feel as full as you felt
So let's go outside and we'll play William Tell
Take your time drawing a bead
I'll stand as still as you need
'Cause you're so good at talking smack,
You Heart attack
But you're the apple of my eye anyway
-"You Won't Know" - Brand New (KNOW THEM)

Eff you, McDonalds. And Casey.

I'd like to take a couple seconds out of my time to bitch about how crappy McDonalds fries are. Yes, I do realize that it's 3:00 AM, but know what else I realized? Yeah, the 24/7 sign on your drive thru? That's right. Last time I checked 24/7 means open all night and all morning, from dusk to dawn and back again. Aka there's no excuse for your damn fries to suck ass whenever the hell I want them, k? You may not have anticipated my arrival to the minute, but surely fries get a little old if they've been out since the manager who gives a crap left at 11:00 PM. I do not appreciate lukewarm potato chips that are overly salted and taste like bark. Enough said.
Oh, one more thing, why do all the weird looking people work the night shift at McDonalds?

You should write a hate letter. It's particularly therapeutic and lovely. I actually planned on saying more, but I'm kinda tired. I'll just update on the reaction to said hate letter. Loves-

Weeeee

So I was in a really pissy/kill-you mood and I had all intentions of super venting and laying out half my friends for being a-holes, but not anymore! I got on the computer, ready to go here but I found myself going to my email account...aaand I got a wonderful email that contained promising news:

Hey Moana, what do you think of the idea of us trying to make it to the
luau? Is is going to be worth our time. Actually, my two little kids can
come with us because its spring break during that time. What do you think?
We are thinking of driving down instead of flying. Havent decided yet. Let
us know.

From Mommy!! YAAAYYYY1!!!@!~!@!@!

So yeah. Half my fam might be coming out in two weeks! Exciting.

Seriously, why did I ever stop??

I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now, but...

You know when you hear a song that you haven't heard it in a really long time and you become re-obsessed with it and don't know why you ever stopped listening to it because it was/is/always will be amazing? I had one of those!

Very recently.

And I had to share.

Love, love, looooove this song/band.

Hopefully you'll enjoy it like I enjoy it.

Backstabber by The Dresden Dolls

1 Missed Call.

Some of you may know that way back when my mother turned off all of our cellphones - most importantly, of course, mine. And so I've been super bored/been playing hard-to-get-a-hold-of for a really long time. And I've been depressed about it for some time but life went on and my grades kept falling down so I've learned to deal with it. One thing, though, is that I still keep my cellphone charged because I use it for an alarm in the mornings. So I come home from hanging with Barret and Patsy and I see my cellphone on the desk. So i look at it to see what time it is and lo and behold - 1 missed call!! I'm freaking out - the missed call is from home and it was dated today at 9:40 PM and I know I wasn't home then so I'm thinking 'maybe mom turned it back on!' so I rush to call back and it wouldn't let me! So I was bummed again. And I check my email... this is the email subject: Moana call us - your phone should be working now. Call as soon as you get this email‏.

So it's 12:40 AM and I'm rushing around looking for a phone to call home from cause I thought it just needed some kind of set up and it would work again and I call home - which means its 1:40 AM at home - and my dad answers and I'm all "blah blah blah my phone blah blah is it blah blah blah working omg blah blah blah" and he told me... that he and mom turned it on...and then talked some more...and decided to turn it off again!!1OOOMMMGGGGG I WANNA CRRRYYYYYY! My dad's such a jerrrrrkkk! He was just dangling it in front of me and now he's laughing in my face >.< GAH I'm too pissed/depressed about it to talk more. Eff this.

I just feel that it needs to be said that if you're annoying as all hell then you should stay away from me - it's an act of common courtesybecause
1. You're annoying.
2. No one likes annoying people
3. I will point out that you're annoying, most likely not to your face
4. I will make fun of you
and 5. Chances are you'll be annoying in the future and therefore I will not hang out with you (see reasons 1-4) - ((on the rare occassion I will hang out with you just to make fun of you...))

Moving on...

A huge pet peeve of mine is when a particular person thinks an amazing topic of conversation would be the subject of her/himself. You know what that is? It's annoying. In fact, it has gotten so bad with a certain friend of mine that I have literally been forced to stop being around him. I have come up with a solution to our problem though - it's called the Tolerance Game. Before hanging out with him I set my tolerance level to a certain amount, such as 10, and during the hang out session I will count aloud the times he talks about himself inappropriately. Once exceeding said tolerance level, I get up and leave - end of hang out session. I now look forward to hanging out with him just so I can play my game! It's sad that it had to come to this, but honestly, quit talking about your damn self.

Raped & Humiliated

K, so I was raped today, raped by a pyramid scheme. And no, it wasn't really a pyramid scheme, but yes, I was raped. Like hardcore. Actually, it was so bad that now I just tell myself that $20 just flew out of my hands, no control, completely random and there was nothing I could do about it - just to make myself feel better, when in reality, it was plucked out of my hands by a greedy little woman at a nasty little hill in stinky old Park City, Utah (damn Utah all the more) all for 4 trips down a hill in a tube. A tube. Yes. We went tubing. For $20. For 2 hours.
So let's look at this logically... that's like $10 an hour, right? Worth it? No. Or $5 bucks per trip down the slope. Worth it? Please. I could've rented a tube for about $3, paid a Mexican $1 to drag me up and down the damn slope each time and still paid $7. Plus, it was cold and therefore I feel like I shoul be compensated what, like at least $2, right? So total, Moe would've spent a grand total of $5 on tubing. Either way, I went tubing and "spent" $5 and mysteriously misplaced, never to be found again, $15. *^.^* And lying to myself really does make me feel better - already there is a burning hope of finding a missing $15 in my general possession...! K, so that wasn't even the worst part of my day -
Today, I found out God hates me - yeah, you'll soon see. So of course when I get home at 12:10 AM I've gotta do a #2 (drop a log, make a splash? Catch my drift?) So thank goodness my roommates are lame and are already in bed (or so I think) and the bathroom is prime time for some business. So I do said business. Unexpectedly, unfortunately, tragically, the damn toilet won't effing flush my business away! It's the middle of the night. I'm tired. I've misplaced $15 somewhere. And my toilet won't flush? Wait...like, serious? Are you kidding me?! So yeah, of course I'm going to flush again like any normal person and of course, since God hates me remember?, the toilet floods. No, the water level doesn't just rise really high, it really does overflow. Thank somebody most of the business was long gone, sucked away by a previously well functioning toilet. I saved my bathroom mats and garbage can and spent a freaking hour plunging, mopping, and hating my life. So I sticky-noted the hell out of the bathroom just in case a roommate wanted to use the facility and YES, just so happens a roommate DID want to do just that. And it wasn't any old roommate, it's the "children of the corn" one (kudos to Barret), aka the one I don't like/scares me/sometimes looks like she'll eat me. And she suggests we call maintenance - I tell her maintenance isn't open at this hour - she says call the emergency maintenance - Who's that? I ask - the police. THE POLICE, apparently, are the emergency maintenance according to home girl! And she wants me to call them! The Police! WTF. And yes, I do it because I feel slightly guilty that it was my big ass turd that got us in this mess (not punny.) So, feeling like an idiot and being watched by home girl the whole time, I call the university police and I'm answered by this bored-as old woman who asks me what my emergency is. I'm all apologizing and crap for calling, explaining that my situation wasn't at all an emergency, don't kill me, I just had a clogged toilet and my roommate had to pee. In the most bored, I-can't-believe-you're-bothering-me-about-this voice she says "So....You want someone to come out....for a clogged toilet." OMG SHOOT ME I feel like such a dumbass and so I'm just blubbering "Well...I don't know what else you want me to do..." and so she's all 'whatev', takes my information, asks me to spell my name and tell her where I live and crap. And then my roommate decides 20 seconds later that what we did was cruel and heartless and she just tells me to call them back and tell them not to worry about it, we can take care of it in the morning. UUGGGHHHHH. I call back. The bored-as lady picks up with "Hello, Moana." She effing knows my name! What the heck. I call off the whole rescue-me-I-clogged-my-toilet operation and was of course embarrassed so I was hurrying on the phone "We can call in the morning, it's fine, you can forget it, my roommate can find somewhere else to pee, goodnight!" And now bored-as lady knows my name and will probably post my idiocy in the damn Daily Universe in the police beat.

Sometimes... I hate my life.

Highlight of the day: There are cookies in the freezer and milk in the fridge.