Mood: Killing time

I very much dislike that Blogger enables you to label and tag your posts but that if you do they have to actually physically show up on said post once posted. All I want the bloody things for is to help me search for past posts in the back end, I don't want them cluttering up the front of the site! ARGH. *Not impressed* Once I have more time to devote to it, I may look in to switching this whole thing over to Word Press like my sister advised. *Throws dirty look back over shoulder at Blogger* And you wouldn't want that now would you?

My blog looks rather green on this monitor. . . The pretty creme color is a distinctly ugly color of greenish-gray. This saddens me. How many poor unfortunate PC users are seeing an ugly greenish-gray? That alone is reason enough to switch over to the lovely iMac with all of it's perfect color calibration. *As always, is very bitter at having to use a PC to work*

Gaaah! I have to start packing up my bedroom stuff and I totally haven't even cleaned out my room yet. I must purge before I even start to think about beginning to box things up. *Flail flail flail*

Ooh, Blogger does in fact autosave your posts as you write them. I've never noticed this first hand before since I usually write my posts in SimpleText then copy&paste. That is useful~ Blogger earns back five house points for not being completely annoying today.

So St. Albert commuters are all up in arms about the StAT bus schedules being completely changed all willy nilly come September. Usually I would jump on the bandwagon with the angry mob, but as stupid as the new schedules are they actually manage to drop me off right in front of the doors of my work as opposed to the former two blocks away. What with the dreaded Alberta winter descending slowly upon already, I choose to embrace this lack of walking back and forth in the cold and will happily spend five extra minutes on a longer route if it gets me out of the snow and wind and into a heated foyer.

OMG SIMS. My newest obsession. After getting tired of being blown up every two seconds in first-person shooters at Melissa's LAN party on the weekend, I tried my hand at Sims2 against my better judgment and I now have it and every expansion sold for it downloading and should have them all at my disposal by this upcoming weekend. *GLEE* There shall be a Brenna Sim and a Mason Sim and we shall build a splendid copy of our apartment in Sim Land and I'll have lots of pretty Sim clothes from H&M. MUH HA HA HA.

LAWL, I don't remember which UR roomie I jacked this avatar from, but I just love CJ and Danny too much.

Mood: Restless

I am sad to announce that I am a little on the unemployed side right now. Last Friday I was laid off from my job downtown, so I'm starting into my second week of depressing jobless-ness. I am also starting into my angst-filled second week of trying to get my new web portfolio to work in Internet Explorer, which I think we all know by now should really just be classified as a wasted effort. =_=; In any event, I'm adamantly chasing a job that I really want, and have wanted for quite a long time now, and am very slowly going into my second week of crazy because I still don't know if I'm being hired or not.

Hopefully none of the above will painfully bleed into a third week. We're keeping our fingers crossed. *so much sadness*

Last week Amanda and I had a splendid girly movie night filled with chocolate cake and squealfully cute Audrey Hepburn movies. I'd never seen any Hepburn movies and have since decided that both Breakfast at Tiffany's and Roman Holiday are both freaking adorable. I have also since decided that people need to start saying "darling!" with the Audrey accent because it just makes everything that much better~

Camping is coming up this weekend! I get to use my shiny new tent! More distractions from depressing job hunting! YAY!

And the first peak at the upcoming Clone Wars series in CG. Grievous! *glee* Asajj! *glee, but to a lesser extent because she's not as cool* Did I mention again, Grievous! *much more glee*

*Has an inkling to draw more fan art now but has no time because of angsty IE portfolio problems* DAMN YOU, BILL GATES! *throws sharks with eye lasers at you*

But hey, look, on the upside of it all I finally have a suitable reason to use the Toby avatar. Oh Toby, we *heart* you.

Countdown until Harry Potter book seven: OMG, only 32 days!

Mood: Still a little high (like a KITE, ahahahahaha)

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Who fears the dentist? Ahahahahahaha! I spent the afternoon watching some fab West Wing and adorable Toby-ness; and then some motivational what-not speaker ("Yeah, man, I so get it. I'm there. Brilliant, just brilliant~!"); and at one point I was vaguely aware of a bunch of extra people in the room and I remember thinking excitedly that it was a party for me thrown by all the dentists. Bloody good fun. I'm ridiculously sore now but the real point is that an hour ago I was AWARE there was a drill in my mouth sawing down my bone and nerves, but I simply chose to NOT CARE.

Ahahahahaha!

*Dreams about sexy sexy Nitrous Oxide gas*

Mood: Procrastinating

I was all psyched about having a bowl of Rolo ice cream and all we have is Mr. Big. *so much sadness* We have entirely nothing tasty to eat in our house right now.

[ edit ] Scratch that. We totally have cherries. True, not exactly melty chocolate and caramel in your mouth; but for tasty treats of the non-chocolate variety, cherries are pretty high-ranking. I wish I could tie sexy knots in cherry stems with my tongue. Hmmm. . . ¬_¬ DETERMINATION!

I saw The Devil Wears Prada the other night and it was brimming with pretty, sophisticated clothes that I will never be able to own unless I steal them off the backs of wealthy ladies as they walk down the boulevard. Hmmm. . . ¬_¬ DETERMINATION? OR ILLEGAL THEFT?

Woo! Today marks the opening day of the corn maze~! We're going next weekend to frolic about in the field and get horribly lost. *Excited YAY!* It turns out I'm also going camping again this summer, and hopefully this camping outing will involve less spiders and more chocolate. So all I have left to do on my mental checklist of summer activities is a picnic and frolicking in the fountain at the Leg. X3

Aaron Sorkin has a new show coming out in September that might make me actually tune into the world of television once again. Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip with the wonderful Bradley Whitford and the splendid writing of WW is sure to please. OMG and is that also Timothy Busfield? He's not going to be nearly as adorable when he's not playing Danny though. Or maybe. . .ADORABLE-ER? HMMM.

Shit I forgot to take in my pretty strappy sandals to the fixey place in the mall! NUUUUUUU! T-T *Pets her poor damaged shoes*

AHHHH! It's my first eight hour shift at work tomorrow! *SHAKES FIST AT THE BLACK TIES* Board game night will ease my rage though~

Mood: Sleepy

I'm sitting in class, listening to my Sarah McLachlan remix CD, and I may be unconsciously grooving in my chair just a bit. It is very possible everyone is staring at me right now. I am surprisingly content with this.

So I forgot my updated Flash project in the Mac lab and I didn't know this period was going to be a work class, so I'm like, "Fancy that. A perfect excuse to do nothing and post on my blog." *Blog cheers and waves big signs with hearts drawn on it.*

I stayed up until 1:00 AM last night finishing my corporate website prototype, so I'm freaking tired this morning. The PC I'm working on right now is also making me very annoyed, but then what else is new. I mean, wow, I totally love how the PC throws completely random icons on my files. I have four versions of the same Adobe Illustrator file, and ironically enough, not even a single one of them has the AI file icon -- according to this idiot PC box, I have one WinZip file, one Photoshop file, one that I've never seen before with red and blue and a big "FZ" on it that I don't recognize at all, and ooh, look, apparently that last one there is a Macromedia Fireworks document. Oh Windows, you're like the slow handicapped kid in the class that eats glue and everyone else humors them and pretends not to notice.

So April is fastly approaching and will bring with it scary school crunch time and at least several minor breakdowns on my part. We have eight major projects all due within the month, and I really have no idea how I'm going to finish them all. Luckily, as opposed to before, this term I'm still too burnt out from first semester to muster the motivation to really care as much this term. That, and I'm horribly distracted by the fact that my birthday weekend is in two weeks time, and I've firmly decided that that entire weekend is Brenna's Mighty Weekend O' Fun and Absolutely No Homework. YAY! *Excited*

Yesterday as I was getting into my car in the bus station parking lot, the car parked directly nose-to-nose with me had a big, fat bumper sticker plastered on it that proclaimed: "Real Men Love Jesus". It's really not fair, I think, for something like that to be put there right in front of my face like an open invitation while I have a bright red marker pen just a hands reach away in my bag. If I had been any less of a person at all (and wasn't so paranoid that the next morning I would find my car windshield bashed in with a baseball bat,) that sticker would have read "Real Men Fuck Jesus" or "Real Men Love Jesus' Penis." I'm too nice, damnit.

Has anyone else noticed the little alliance that bus drivers have together? You can have the crankiest old crackpot driving your bus to school in the morning who will tell you in no uncertain terms to fuck your cousin up the ass, but in rush hour traffic when they're already running late, they'll go out of their way to help clear the way for another bus to change lanes, with a wave and nod instead of flipping them the finger like they would any other driver on the road. "Why of course, my jolly little bus comrade! Ho ho, go right ahead and I shall clear the way for you like that trusty boy in football that clears the way for the other fine gentleman with the ball; and all the while I will allow those boisterous drunk teenagers in the back to administer some fatal beatings upon the other passengers. And how about afterwards you pop over for a delightful cup of tea, a scone, and a good hard snog? Pip pip."

It's like a little bus society with happy cookies and milk, but no one else is allowed to join. And of course anyone who breaks the code of the bus driver society gets beaten out behind the bus terminal with a lead pipe. (Now I know some people are thinking, damn, this girl raises a fine point, and they're off right now to rally some guerrilla warfare on these snobbish bus driving Nazis. The rest of you are probably thinking that I had one too many tasty crack cocaine cookies in my lunch today, which is also a fair assumption.)

Swinging over to a completely unrelated topic, as I am so fond of doing, I got my Glarkware Urban Asshole Notification Cards in the mail! I'm keeping one in my purse at all times in case some rude pig cuts me in line or something. *Brenna goes to the mall parking lot and steals the handicapped parking sign. An innocent driver parks in the unmarked space and Brenna jumps out of the bushes, clubs them over the head with the handicap sign, calls them a jerk, then stuffs the Asshole Card in their mouth and runs away like a mad woman while they lie bleeding and unconscious on the pavement.*

I should probably get back to school work. . .

Wait, no, one more thing! OMGZ, JOSH AND DONNA SNOGGED!!! OMGZ, WE SAW TOBY'S BABIES!!! XD I ♥ WW~ I'm done now.

Mood: Disappointed

Well, crap. We just discovered rather too late that West Wing was on this week at 9:00, not 10:00, and I can't find a torrent for tonight's episode yet. So now I'm all WW deprived and not so filled with quite so much happiness any more. I think I need a Peak Freen now. I also think I really need to stop writing in my blog for tonight.