So here I am, winding up for the summer. 
I see the puddles growing in the streets and I'm feelin' good as I speed up to hit them, trying to see how far I can spash the water.  I smile as I watch the wipers streak through the muddy water revealing the road before me.  I smell the cool breeze of a new season as it wafts through the open window for the first time since fall.  
With my being completely and utterly twitterpated with the love of my life,  how much better could it get?  Everything is looking so full of promise.
I turn up the metal loud, just the way I like it.  And though I know it might not be cool, I couldn't care less.  I need to take off my jacket and put the shades on because the sun is so warm.  So bright.
All I want to do is drive.
Its go time.

What a feeling!

My Easter weekend has been a physically and emotional drain to the max. 
I swear to God, my life is all drama.
Well, I won't go into too much detail but I will say that when things get freaky for me, I tend to do things in an attempt to change it, possibly even to control some small detail buried within an uncontrollable situation. 
I cut my hair off.
I skipped school today because I was utterly exhausted and then I cut my hair off.
I'm not sure how I feel about it right now. 
It isn't a bad haircut and I like it.  It's just the fact that I do these things when life gets too out of hand.  I never really thought about it until now, but I suppose a desperate attempt at having complete control on SOME aspect of my life, no matter how small, when it seems like all control has been taken from me is exactly what this is.  Is that weak?  Maybe a little delusional?  I mean...really, how much control did I actually have in giving in to this urge?
Strange, isn't it?  How people grasp onto whatever they can in order to cope? 

Went out last night.  
Danced my face off.
Went with friends somewhere out of town for food.
Passed out at the table.
Woke up to eat when food arrived.
Passed out some more.
Came around at 5:20 am, still in the restaurant.
Was coherent long enough to bribe someone to take me home.
Slept for 3 hours.
Got up and tried to remember the restaurant experience last night.
Don't remember much.
went to work.
My tummy feels kinda sick.

Well, Easter is almost upon us and I find myself uncharacteristically unprepared.  It just snuck up on me this year.
Being a student is really really hard, financially.  I'm sure most of you know this already.  But when you have a little one, well certain things need to be looked after.  Things like maintenance in the shameless lies we tell our children in order to bribe them to be good. 
Santa Clause, the Easter bunny, Leprachauns, the Great Pumpkin...whatever!!! 
This, unfortunately, costs money. 
In my defence, I DID grab a choco-bunny last time I went for groceries.  But that was in my usual spirit of preparing early for things like this.  I truly thought Easter was in April this year.  *Sigh*
So I'll buy a pile of commercialized Easter shit with money meant for bills, after which I will rob Peter to pay Paul.  Unfortunately, Peter charges 18% interest. 
This is why I hate commercialism.  It makes my life hell.  What am I supposed to do about it?  Tell Leah that there is no Easter bunny?  I could do that, but I'd like to wait a few years before I remove the little sources of joy that make being a kid so great and toss her into that black well of depressive reality.  Plenty of time for that later, I say. 
After all, who wouldn't take out a bank loan in the name of chocolate?

Well, I've decided to return my blog to the way it was.  Kinda. 

I tried changing the appearance of my blog to the bubbly, girly look and frankly found myself rather repulsed every time I'd log on.  I'm just not the purple bubble, pink ribbon wearin' kinda girl.  Yuck.
So, Sneevil is back.

Hey there everyone,

Well, for the past week I've been studying for and taking various exams.  I just walked out of Archaeology, which I'm pretty sure I just flopped on.  I'm really not liking that class.  It is faaaar less exciting than I thought it would be and I'm kicking myself for not dropping it when my gut told me to do so. 

But nooooo, Michelle doesn't give up! Michelle will foolishly spend money and time on a class that is complete and utter bullshit for no reason other than she won't quit.  Michelle needs a kick in the ass sometimes.  I guess sometimes it is the smarter thing to quit.  Well, whatever.  Noting to do but study for the stupid final, now. 

I don't know why exams piss me off so much.  I mean, it isn't just this class.  All exams put me into the most hostile, grouchy, pissy mood ever!  Even when they're over!  I resent them to the point of rediculousness!  Standardized testing is stupid.  Not everyone is stardard.

So tonight I'm going to the liquor store.  I'm going to buy a case of Pilsner and a bottle of food coloring and I'm going to drink away my sorrows the Irish way!  And if I feel like it, I might go to class tomorrow.  And if the institutional "man" of standardization doesn't like it, he can just kiss my leprechaun!!

Vive Le Resistance!!!

I don't know about this blogging thing.
Ever since I started school, I'm having such a hard time keeping it updated. I guess now adays I'm not sitting behind a desk at some dead-end job with nothing better to do than update my blog. So, if you haven't heard from me for a while, consider it a good thing. I'm probably just doing way too fabulous to waste any of my time typing into a computer.  We all know how dramatic my life is, sometimes I get distracted.  The trouble is remembering all the cool stuff that happened so that I can tell you about it.

But since you asked, things are going pretty good. I'm having a heavy couple of weeks with regards to exams and assignments. I think I'll be able to manage though. I'm feeling much better, still healing, but better all the same. The cough is under control and I haven't had a headache since the beginning of the week. THAT is what makes me happy. I can function again.

So I got a nice gift from a good friend a couple of days ago. Awwwww....I know, it was unexpected and I almost cried. No, I'm not going to tell you what it is. It's a very thoughtful token though, just in the spirit of friendship.

Lets see...what else happened while I was on hiatus from the blog community? Oh, Leah and I caused a three-car rear-ending. A guy stopped for us to cross the street, then another behind him. But the third guy didn't stop and cracked up all three cars. No one was hurt, it wasn't serious. It was just sort of surreal standing in the middle of the street with your kid and watching this happen right in front of you.

Anyhow, I don't think that there are any other worldly injustices that have directly affected me lately, so there isn't really anything to rant about at the moment. 
Just a tip for all you lucky enough to check my blog and actually find a new post...
**Don't buy frozen chicken balls from Giant Tiger!!**
Just take my word.

I'd love to tell you all about Sunday and Monday in Van...but my procrastinating has led to the rest of my vacation melding into some sort of gelatinous memory soup.  I can tell you that we went to see Constantine.  I was severly disappointed in their casting call as far as Reeves was concerned.  He's like a bad larper who always plays his characters in exactly the same way.  Anyhow...enough about that. 
Lets talk about my favourite subject. 
Me.
I finally got to the doctor yesterday.  She diagnosed me with Pneumonia and gave me shit for waiting 8 weeks to come see her.  So now I'm on all kinds of meds and a puffer and stuff.  I also got some new migrane meds, but I'm not allowed to take them.  Just in case I have a reaction to something.  Sigh...like a starving monkey staring at a glass box of bananas. 
Well, on the bright side...at least I have a legit excuse for not having my english essay done for Friday.  You know....the one I haven't even started on yet?  I've shamelessly begged for an extension and hopefully I'll get it.  If not, I'll be up all night pulling some kind of drivel out of my ass to hand in tomorrow morning. 
Lets hear it for me!!!  In my defence, I HAVE been sick for almost two months now and it is really starting to take a toll.  All I want to do is eat, sleep and play Nintendo.  I've been managing to attend lectures, but I think I'd get more out of my day if I just stayed in bed and slept.  It's more comfortable than a desk.

 Uuuungh!!!  Gamers!  It seems that no matter where I look or whose blog I'm reading, there's nothing but bitching going on about gamers or STs or SOMETHING! 
People need to get their heads out of their butts and stop being such assholes.  People game the way they game and no matter what you say to or about them, it isn't going to change.  Granted, sometimes having a "mono-character" as I like to call it, makes the game less fun for other players who are varying their gaming style with different characters, but whatever.  It just makes the monos that much more predictable, right?  Personally, I think that if you play the same character all the time, just changing the numbers a bit and the names, you cheapen the game for everyone and it becomes monotonous and boring to interact with you.  It sucks and limits the potential of the game, but what is anyone going to do about it?  Nuthin.
Gamers need to have more fun with this and try to step out of their comfort zone and do something challenging for a change.  Not every character you play needs to be a dick.  Not every character needs to be a high ranking official of the Camarilla.  Is having power the point of playing in this game?  Or is the point to go out and have some fun with it?  If everyone focused a little more on having a good time, it would make the game more enjoyable for everyone.