Time flies

04.30.03

Working on a new layout. Done with the main page, now I just have to make the popups and tweak some things around.

Today my professors fed my ego; on my Ted Bundy paper, the prof wrote that my writing skills were "superior," and in my crime prevention class, the prof called me up at the end of class and told me I better be going to law school, since I have "consistenly been doing exceptionally well."

Trying to decide between sleep and more HTML work. I'm not sure which one will win out.

02:43 AM [link]

End of school

04.25.03

Next week is the last week of classes, and it's moving sooo slowly. I hate class reviews with a passion, the kind of classes I take aren't ones that are so mind-boggling that you can't understand the information the first time you read it. Actually, I've learned in college that most people who flunk do so because they didn't read. It's pathetic, it might be boring, but it's the easiest way in the world to do well on an exam.

So back to the class reviews, they're such a waste of time. I don't need the information I already have given to me again. And professors always make it so difficult to skip it, they're like, "Thursday we're just reviewing. I'll also pass back the huge paper you wrote, you know, the one that will kill you if you don't find out what your grade is." Or else they make something due the day of the review. Too bad I always sit in the front row, or else I'd take my Game Boy with me.

12:57 PM [link]

Spider squasher

04.22.03

Last night one of my sisters knocked on my door and asked my roommate to come kill a spider in the bathroom for her. After I got off the phone, I went to join them, and my roommate is standing there holding my shoe to squash the spider with. Why do people always think things of mine are good for killing spiders with? Use your own shoes!

12:19 PM [link]

Robbie vs. Justin

04.19.03

I just read a review of Robbie Williams' new(er) album, and the author of it stated that Justin Timberlake is a better artist and a more interesting person than Robbie.

*gasp* *choke* *sputter*

That is preposterous. Absolutely, completely, totally wrong. The fact that someone thinks that, much less publically says so, is horrifying.

Go see Robbie's Rock DJ video. See him smirk and swagger and rip off his skin to throw at rollerskating girls who catch it and eat it? Beat THAT, Justin.

04:10 PM [link]

Good books that end too soon

04.18.03

One thing that sucks about having favorite authors who don't put books out often enough is that once you finally get your hands on their newest work, you've finished it in 24 hours and are left with another long, long wait. I rarely buy books (which you would never believe by looking at my room, but the proportion of books I own to books I read is very small), but I rushed out last weekend to buy Dan Brown's new book. In hardback, even. Twenty bucks for a book, it's a crime. But it was fabulous, absolutely fabulous. Now Guy Gavriel Kay needs to come out with a new book, and I'll be even happier. I guess a long wait is what I get when the authors I adore are ones who spend a year travelling and researching before actually writing anything. Which, ironically, is what makes their books so damn good.

01:55 AM [link]

New pictures

04.13.03

Shannon gave me pictures from when we got dressed up for the opening gala of a makeup store her friend is working at. I've scanned them, but I can't seem to make the digital version look as good as the real thing. Click here for a full view of the dresses and here for a close-up. (For those who don't know, me = reddish blonde, black dress, Shannon = short hair, pink dress)

By the way, if anyone wants to give me a reason to wear that dress again, let me know. I spent way too much on it to only wear it once. I wouldn't have even bought it at all, but I'd drooled over it ever since Shannon showed it to me at her work. And besides, she told me I was the first person she'd seen who was able to wear it right. Can't pass up that. Then again, maybe she just wanted my commission.

02:20 AM [link]

Drunk people love me

04.12.03

Drunk people are so nice to me. My dear best friend Matt got majorly sloshed for the first time ever this weekend, and after he finished telling me five times that he was having a hard time pressing the right keys, he got all sentimental on me:

MColbyB: brooke I love you like a friend
MColbyB: im going to bed
MColbyB: love you brooke thanks for caring for me

I love how he has to clarify, "like a friend," like we're back in 5th grade. "He's not my boyfriend, he's a friend that's a boy!"

I think people should say nice things to me more often. :D

02:27 AM [link]

I'm not violent, really.

04.10.03

Looking over the past few entries I've written, I really seem to come off as a violent person. I'm not, but I've been in the absolutely worst mood lately. I honestly feel like I can make someone catch on fire just by glaring at them. I need someone to either hold me for a very long time or else give me a sledgehammer and a large pile of things good for smashing. Or both. Buffy got to grind her enemies' bones into talcum powder with a sledgehammer when she was in a bad mood, too bad we don't all get that luxury.

I keep forgetting to mention, I added two book opinions to the opinion section on the site. One is on Chloe Hooper's A Child's Book of True Crime and the other is on Karen Novak's Five Mile House. One book was really intriguing, the other was a piece of crap.

03:50 AM [link]

Sunrise

04.09.03

In coffee commercials, they always make waking up and watching the sunrise so peaceful and pretty. In reality, waking up that early does nothing but make me a cranky brat who doesn't give a damn about the sky. Staying up all night to see the sunrise doesn't seem to work either; last night my roommate and I were up talking until 5 in the morning, and by that time I was so tired that I was a cranky brat who didn't give a damn about the sky.

Maybe it's the coffee that's missing from the equation. I wasn't without caffeine, since I had packed away three cans of cherry Coke last night (I'm still wondering what provoked me to do that). It must be something else about the stuff; there is a guy in my earliest class who used to bring coffee with him, and the aroma would always fill the room and make me feel like having to wake up wasn't such a bad thing after all. And then he would drink it all and the smell would disappear and leave me wanting to kick his ass.

02:48 PM [link]

Distractions

04.08.03

I am never going to get any work done with all these phone calls I'm getting. Between listening to Shannon bash men who don't call (he's a dipshit) and being serenaded by a drunken Mr. Dot and Melantha (if you can call this singing), I've been on the phone for the last hour.

Just a small warning: if anyone calls me while they have margaritas and I do not, I'm going to have to get violent.

08:23 PM [link]

Ex fun

04.07.03

My ex-boyfriends amuse me. Today, two of the three tried to get me to agree to a weekend getaway with them. I'm sure the third one would have too if I hadn't forbade him from talking to me two years ago (I actually forbade them all from speaking to me, but only one was polite enough to comply). Both of them have been telling me that I am "too good to be true" and that they wish they had never messed things up with me and dumped me in the first place.

If I sound like I'm smugly gloating, well, it's because I am. I can't help it, the bastards broke my heart. It's not that I'm trying to get revenge or anything (I'm way too busy for the revenge thing these days), it just seems like karma is working full force trying to make up for all the crap I went through. I won't get too mean, since they both read this, and I tell them exactly what I think of them to their faces (internet faces, at least) anyways. So, what does this teach you boys and girls? (Well, maybe not the girls...) Don't dump me, I'm an angelic beauty who fills your life with happiness and glee. Or something like that, apparently.

02:03 AM [link]

Bundy Day

04.06.03

My bedtime story tonight is Ann Rule's book about Ted Bundy. For those of you who don't know, Ann Rule was a crime writer who covered police investigations for true crime reports, and she was friends with Ted for many years before he started killing. She was the writer on the investigation when the girls started disappearing, and then found out it was her dear old friend who was killing them. Ouch.

Despite my choice of bedtime story, I'm not really that morbid. I have to write a report on this book by a week from Tuesday. I guess I'm just morbid enough to take a serial killer class. Next semester I'm taking an English class about vampires in literature, just to prove to people that I'm not creepy or anything.

Here's a tip for all male specimen: Asking a girl, "Will you go on a date with me? I only ask because I'm bored," will not entice a girl to fly out to California and let you touch her wrists, and only invites snarky responses. (Ha ha, no, nothing is sacred.)

11:27 PM [link]

Singin' aloud

04.03.03

I just tried to remove a faint spot on my shirt with water, and now I have a huge wet mark on my boob. I sure hope it dries before I have to leave for class...

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really like that newer Kid Rock song, the one he does with Sheryl Crow. I have been singing it, along with Michelle Branch's All You Wanted, at the top of my lungs whenever I'm alone. It's a potentially embarassing situation if someone walks in on me singing -- my little sister has and wasted no time telling me just how bad I am. Of course, she's opinionated, she hates me about 43.5% of the time anyways.

Wet mark problem solved, I just used my hairdryer and blew my boobs dry. Yeah, take that mental picture with you. Enjoy your day.

02:10 PM [link]

FBI funnies

04.01.03

We had a retired FBI agent speak to our Serial Homicide class tonight, I enjoyed it immensely. He was talking about how to tell if an interrogated person is lying, and he said that if they don't vehemently deny the accusation, it's a pretty big clue. The example he gave was, "If you ask a person if he killed his wife, and he says, 'Now why would I go and do a thing like that?' then something is wrong. He should be going, 'HELL NO!!!'"

Small things amuse me.

09:24 PM [link]