My New Perfume

[TragicPixie]

So, I was out today at the healthfood store to pick up some groceries (cause I really should eat during finals)...
and I found this:

So I bought it. I really does smell like pot... and hey ... I've been happier all day. I even put out. So go figure ...

[TragicPixie]

Really I suppose this isn't that odd, I was just amused. Mostly amused since it was the last of the bottles aside from the tester ...
Other scents in the Demeter Fragrance Library I own:
Gin & Tonic
Martini
Mojitio
Bourbon
Riding Crop and Leather
Bamboo
Bon Fire
Cotton Candy
Bubblegum
Sugar Cookie
Vanilla Cake Batter
Thunderstorm
Ocean

[marky]

That is utterly freaky!

Are you doing finals now????

Normally I can't stand perfumes, but you're certainly doing your best to give them a good name here.

I just want to apologize to you and other folks on this board that I can't really get as wild and crazy this weekend as usual. I mean this midterm is really kicking my butt. I did study quite a lot today. (that assertion that I was going to go to the video shop was just drunken nonsense, in sobriety I know better than that the mountain before me...10 chapters of insanely boring crap. This HAS to be THE most annoying class I've taken so far, if not the most difficult, I am serious, and of course it is my very last before graduating)

One thing I will say about Auditing: I would much, much, much rather be involved in DOING auditing than taking a class about it. It's crazy. Even though I've read all but 1 and a half of the chapters, I feel like I haven't really retained them properly. Because it's just so fucking boring and a bunch of legalese or whatever. And all these CPA exam questions that have nothing to do with the book can suck my arse.

Okay end of rant.

[TragicPixie]

Well this week will be my last week of classes - which is about the same as finals for the humanities because I don't have exams: I have papers (and a pile of papers that I haven't really done entirely) and one exam next Tuesday.

[marky]

Well I guess I shouldn't be surprised, our exam schedules have never coincided. But does this mean you are through for the summer then after Tuesday? It seems so early I mean I'm not done until about June 10.

[marky]

Also what are you actually going to do in the summer? I think last summer you were with your folks weren't you?

[marky]

I'm listening to that Lou Reed Street Hassle album again and there's this song called "I Wanna Be Black" that is funny. He keeps singing "I don't wanna be fucked up middle class college student no more/I wanna be black and have a stable of foxy hos"

I've decided I'm finished with studying for today, of course. I've got some beer. I'll have to try to cover the other 5 chapters tomorrow night. At least I did read the other chapter I hadn't finished. That ought to count for something especially since it was legal mumbo jumbo.

[marky]

Also I'd be interested in hearing Sloth's opinion of this Cannabis perfume.

[megapulse]

that made me laugh!!

actually there are all kinds of hemp ointments.

my shampoo in honduras was dr. bronners made of hemp and all kinds of stuff. dr. bronner was the coolest. some days, not knowing i was pregnant, i'd read the bottle and cry thinking wow, hemp sure isn't making me happy these days. . . it's making me sappy, which rhymes with happy but is not the same.

it really does smell like pot!? my hemp stuff doesn't smell like anything other than what it's mixed with, peppermint, jasmine, ect.

[TragicPixie]

Well yeah - I mean, I have all kinds of hemp products, but this actually does smell like pot. I mean, that is apparnetlyt he point To smell like pot: okay, good pot but still.

And yes I will be done with school the 12th of May. After this Friday I won't have anymore regular classes though. After Tuesday I won't have any exams to worry about - but my last paper isn't due until noon Friday I believe.
As for next week (7th-12th) it will be my last week at the desk ever as well. I have a paper due every day as well. But I only work Sunday night, Wednesday morning, Wednesday night, Friday morning, and then Friday night.
I get to move out at 3am Saturday after I get off work - which is fine with me because it means I will be able to have a elevator all to myself, students who aren't working or have extensions need to be gone by 8pm Friday the 12th.

Yup. I'm stressed.

[TragicPixie]

And I don't know what I'm doing this summer yet: J has offered to pay rent and let me stay there - which would be nice except um... really for various reasons I am not entirely sure that's an accurate statement.
So - I could stay with my parents because they have managed to once again get me a shitty job which really I don't want and won't be helpful.

I'd like to be able to find a job and kick J's roommates out so I could have the other room (I'll explain in a sec) ... but I don't actually want to live in that apartment now (though it in itself is NOT a bad place to live ... it's complicated) and as it's an election year would like to get a job with some random politician as an aid or whatever. My resume doesn't look too bad for it - as most of what I've done is PR type stuff for a local non-profit youth art organisation. The job my parents got me is in a healthcare office of some kind doing some secreterial work - and really isn't something I could advance in or would look particularly helpful on a resume.... not to mention has a not-so-flexable five day a week 9-5 workday schedual. I HATE that. My parents want me to take it so I will A) live with them and they can pretend we are actually a family and B) it pays $8.00 an hour - they do not realise that in the area they live I can actually make the same amount at McDonalds, the reason its $8.00 an hour is because they live in a suburb where the cost of living is much higher: they fail to realise I can have a fucking flat here in the city for $300 a month and not pay much over $150 for utilities... where an apartment there is something stupid like $600-700 and general cost of living is much higher.
I think having those kinds of jobs defeats the purpose of going to college and being IN college. I kind of believe (and perhaps I'm just idealistic and stupid - but I also believe life/reality is what you make it and you can at any point choose to not buy into whatever system: not that I wouldn't agree there are risks) that the point of not taking a full course load in the summers should be to do something interesting or do something with yourself: like travel, go on a mission trip (not that I even BELIEVE in those really...), or whatever.

[TragicPixie]

So J's roommates have kind of fucked my moving in with him in his current place... and they and his crazy mother are responsible for him not having enough money saved to move.
J moved into his current place around the end of July/August. We live with a friend of ours, a local DJ who goes by Laz.
Laz has lived in this apartment in South City for about ten years. He origianlly moved in with Laura (a friend of mine) and Jason. Laz does not work actually (though when he moved in he did) he is on disablitiy because he has some health issues and has to be dialysis three days a week. So, when he quit working finally he got bored and really has nothing better to do than sit around the apartment and gossip. He practically lives on the St. Louis Raver boards. So Laura go upset and moved out (fucking him for rent, utilities, and some money she barrowed) when he stirred up shit with her and her fiancee at the time (another good friend of mine - who is now married to someone else). She was cheating on him - Laz let him know, she left and a string of young girls lived in the apartment in her place: each leaving in a smiiliar situation and not having paid rent for some time before leaving: they all also avoid Laz.

Laz has the problem of wanting to always be a nice guy and knowing too many kids. So he lets people move in, and when they don't pay he'll try to smooth things over and etc. But really when you'r eon disability you shouldn't do this. So when J moved in Laz was a few months from losing the apartment in first place and J didn't manage to pay the first months' rent on time. He hasnt been late since though.
So when J moved in Jason moved out - also owing Laz some money and knowing the situation Laz was in (which he wasn't entirely up front with J about). It took about a month before Laz could find another roommate.
So it was a girl, a friend of his he wnated to help out because she was going to lose rights to see her daughter if she did not have an address. Well Laz had for awhile been letting her pay him $100 a month to have her name on the mailbox so she could have that address (I don't know what shady things she was doing before). When he needed a roommate he agreed to let HER live here. Well, she came with this boyfriend (who is also named Jason I think).
So it wouldn't have been a problem: she and boyfriend paid one thrid of the $600 rent and it's a three bed room, one bath, deco-style building so there is room and it's not a huge problem...
Well this girl does not have a job when she moves in and neither does her boyfriend. It appears all they do is sit around and smoke pot all day with their friends. Which is a problem in an apartment building and is an even bigger problem if your neighbours don't like you since you are continually yelling at your kids. (These people are the WORST parents I've ever seen. All they ever do is scream and hit their kids... not like beating, just hitting. It irritates me. I really want to punch her. And he is okay with kids but generally ignores them: he doesn't even refrain from smoking with the kids around. Between them they have like four each having two.)
Well ... regardless, they cant seem to hold a job and he can't seem to get a job. So they haven't paid utilities once. The phone has been off since Nov., the electricity and gas are both dangeriously close to being turned off and BECAUSE they were turned off and Laz is not paying for bills due months ago everything keeps getting more expensive each month. Tehy are also almost getting kicked out of the building for not paying rent to the landlord.

Now - this is all because Laz didn't kicked them out but they now owe him over $1,000. He still won't kick them out. I don' tknow why. But I really don't want to move into an apartment wehre the bills are going to be uber high and pay off someone else's debt. Second, J doesn' thave the money to move unless I foot the bill which will just make my father that much more angry because he doesn't like me to pay for anything in a realtionship. But that doesn't matter because I can't afford rent with what I have now nevermind moving fees ... sooo ... I dunno.

I guess I'm back to living with my father and hoping I can manage to stay sane and not get hurt: because the stuff that happened when I went home for spring break was pretty unacceptable. He pretty much threatened J - because I pointed out that he was controlling and abusive and that's why I didn't come home more often or at all.

[megapulse]

i agree that job your parents have lined up for you sounds horrible. i'm sorry the impression you give of your parents . . . you could write a book, i'm telling ya.

i had great jobs that i didn't mind in college except for one summer. i worked as a cashier in a grocery store. it was terrible. i developed a dent in my leg that took a year to go away. i could not memorize look up numbers for veggies. it was a bad job.

just kind of fyi, so that you don't get too nervous about resume building and all that, you need zero experience for a pr job down here. my friend, the guy i talk about going clubbing with and stuff from raleigh, majored in english and does pr for mellon or some company. he used to work for price waterhouse etc i can't remember the whole name. he was a manager for the grocery store where i got the dent.

"Second, J doesn' thave the money to move unless I foot the bill which will just make my father that much more angry because he doesn't like me to pay for anything in a realtionship."

screw your dad's antiquated 1950's thinking. i'm sorry, but i'm like where the hell did these people grow up -- they sound like they are trying to raise a debutante in alabama on minimal funds! when the hubby and i started out, well really throughout everything, we've split things, when i had more money i paid, when he had more money he paid. this is fair. and egalitarian. and it works well for us. whenever someone is paying more than the other, in our relationship, there is a tendency for a case of the "too big for your britches-ness" -- and really as much as we fight and as big as our egos can be, there is never a need for more too big for your britchesness

can you live by yourself? like can you somehow swing that? it's so great. if not, it might be really cool if you and j can say fuck these people and move in together. for a carefree pixie you sure do think through things a lot. which is nice, it's nice that you think of these other folks, but you are not living for these other folks. i'd say fuck em and get on down the road.

"I guess I'm back to living with my father and hoping I can manage to stay sane and not get hurt: because the stuff that happened when I went home for spring break was pretty unacceptable. He pretty much threatened J - because I pointed out that he was controlling and abusive and that's why I didn't come home more often or at all."

no way jose, do not go back to that shit, abusive is unacceptable. period. fuck it and stay out.

mark, are you going to be a cpa? my mom has an accounting degree on top of french, she hated it and stopped after about a few years. if you're not a certified public accountant, you do not make much money in accounting. i can't remember what you said your major is, but the ex has a finance degree, he is a financial advisor -- corporate finance, he makes a lot of money. i was with him while he was conflicted over that. we broke up shortly after he ceased to be conflicted.

[TragicPixie]

My mum is cpa. It's a good job; just don't be dumb like her and work for the government. There's no job security anywhere. She thought there was security and she'd get good benefits (mind you she's had the same job for about 30 something years ... that's nice, but now the place she works is closing and she's totally screwed).
And that's my parents problem trying to find a job for me. That they keep thinking you can somehow get a job and stay there forever and advance and the world will be wonderful. Sorry to say that doesn't happen anymore

And yes - I have no idea why my parents have this huge stick up their ass. And I'm sure they'd give me money, if I did a million little stupid things: like change my major to nursing, dumped J and never dated any man who respected me or at least treated me like he did and actually acted like the selfish, materialistic bitch they think I am. (Which is entirely accurate, up to a point and most promeint when I am dealing which them since I realise I do way more research into purchases than necessary: Google is an almighty shopping aid god, and I am particular and cost them even more money because really, if I wanted makeup from Walgreens or Walmart: I could afford that. And to my credit I go for mid-range everything - things I could afford but probably couldn't afford to buy all at once (the currant fight is cooking stuff - my mum saved a bunch of pots and pans and etc for me initially but my dad threw them out when they moved telling her she was stupid for saving all that - and now I need someone to at least loan me money for stuff you need ... and they don't want to and I really don't want to ask my grandparents cause it's not fair They already had and raised four children.
But - because of how I eat and what I cook, if I'm buying new things I need not so much of what my mum was going to give me and more speciality store of things: like a rice cooker and sushi molds and mats)

Anyway - I don't really care about them: thought perhaps it sounds like I did. lol I worry about their children but eh...
I mostly just don't want to move into an apartment that Laz is about to lose. And I can't afford to pay off someone else's debt either.
I wish I could afford my own place. Maybe if I win the lottery. There are some beautiful lofts downtown; I'd love to own one. And if we had a loft, J would have someone to put the hottub he acquired.

[megapulse]

"J would have someone to put the hottub he acquired"

that's so funny. it reminds me of my friends who acquired a sauna . . . when you're poor you do end up with these strange things. friends of mine who are now divorced, but when they first got together, they lived in this house that we called the mc escher house because it was so lopsided and strange -- and looked one way from the outside, but was very different inside, but i mean really it was not sitting correctly on the foundation plus it had weird rooms like a bedroom and then boom the kitchen -- who puts a bedroom right off the kitchen? but anyway, they acquired a sauna. it was funny -- it's like shack with a sauna. strange.

enjoy your poverty though. i know that sounds like stupid advice, but the more money the hubby and i've had the less creative we've been -- it actually hurt our marriage to make more money (my theory is that only the really stupid want more money because they are too uncreative to make do and be happy with what they have, just my two cents )