Its Tuesday

So its Tuesday.  I didn't get that job...which blows chunks.  Oh well.  I am not going home for thanksgiving or Christmas this year, I'm spending Thanksgiving with Josh and his fam, and then on Christmas I'm spending it with Derrick and his fam.  I'm excited.  Katie is also coming home soon, eventhough I had a dream bout that the other night and she was the biggest bitch ever!@!  

Fact:

I am not buying Derrick lunch.   and    The early bird catches the worm.

Self Fulfilling Prophecies?

So I want to write a long, boring, pity post for myself right now, and I am trying to resist that urge.  I do not want to treat this blog like a fucking live journal.  I just have a better understanding of my feelings when I write them down.  I also don't start crying like a baby when I write my feelings out, whereas if I said them out loud I would be a blubbering fool.

I guess we all have to be a little self indulgent at times, right?

So what is the deal with self fulfilling prophecies?  

"The self-fulfilling prophecy is, in the beginning, a false definition of the situation evoking a new behaviour which makes the original false conception come 'true'. This specious validity of the self-fulfilling prophecy perpetuates a reign of error. For the prophet will cite the actual course of events as proof that he was right from the very beginning."

Now how does one stop this from happening?  I mean you can trick yourself into thinking something, but deep down you always know what you really feel, even if you can't say it out loud.  Do my unconscious actions affect how others perceive me and therefore condition them to fulfill my prophecy as well?

Too Soon...

Apparently I should not have wrote that last entry... because I almost died the other night.  Derrick was going to take my car home so I went outside to clear the leaves off the windshields, it was about 12:30 am.  I noticed I had a ticket on my car so I went into the street to see what it was for and as I got into the street some ass hole driver came flying around the corner, swerving, and plowed into the car 2 cars down from mine.  He was not slowing down so I booked it into the driveway that was next to me so he wouldn't hit me either.  He did not slow down and just kept going.  I freaked out so I went inside screaming and when we all came back outside the cops were driving down the street.  I flagged them down and told them everything that happened.  I wasn't able to get the license plate number because I was more concerned with living.  So the car that this ass hole hit was a jetta, the whole rear end was fucked, their back window smashed all over the sidewalk and road and I think they may have broken the rear axel.  The other car left a huge chunk of their own car as well.  The jetta was pushed forward into the car behind me and that car was pushed into mine.  The car behind me was lodged under my car about a foot or so.  Luckily my car is fine, and luckily I am still alive.  

Live long and prosper.  (and watch out for those drunks!)

My Funeral

So you know what really annoys me and as I am writing this I'm sure you will not enjoy it either and may think I am the laziest person alive...but I don't like waking up, rolling over, and finding out that its 3 pm!!  I mean seriously Kristina!  I only have another hour before it starts getting dark outside.

Yesterday one of my parents friends died, so I was thinking about funerals last night and I know what I want at my funeral.  First off I want to be cremated.    I partly want to be cremated cause it's just weird starring at a dead body.  Instead of my dead body I want a huge picture up of me...I want the picture of my squatting over the melting ice cream/strawberry dip.  It's a good picture and I think it represents me well.  I want this to be more of a party than a funeral, so there has to be food.  I would like taco dip, mozzerella sticks, chicken fingers, brownies and a make your own sundae station!!  Second, don't send flowers, just a waste of money people!!  Third...I think there needs to be a lot of pot smoking.  Ok, thats all I want at my funeral. 

Thanks for listening!!

*Gingerale to drink!*

My very first entry.

Hello world of bloggers.  I don't really know how much I will update this, but I thought it might be a good idea to start one.  I don't even know what this is going to be about.

I had my second job interview today.  I was told that even though I do not have a Master's degree and that I am not really qualified for the job, they called me back for a second interview because they really liked me.  The guy said I did an awesome job in the interviews.  It would be really awesome to get this job, even though I think it might be a little out of my league.  Oh well, I think I would be good at it and its a little different than what I have been doing.  Which is pretty much nothing for the past few months.

I would recommend everyone try out unemployment for a while in their lives.  Its so much fun!  Sleep whenever you want, do whatever you want and the government pays for it.  Now I do not suggest that everyone be unemployed for very long because you start to go crazy after a while.  I never thought I could just stare at the tv for so long and not retain any information, or look at google news 1,000 times a day.  How many times a day does a normal person check their email?  And at what number does that person start to be come a lunatic?  I've definitely reached that point.

When it comes to giving advice, why don't people follow their own advice if it makes sense?  

I want to say something out loud...