Organic = Less Awesomeness

So I bought organic oranges because they were on sale. And I figure they are going to be so magically delicious that I will want to give up normal, growth hormone added oranges.
But these things suck. From beginning to end. You can't peel these suckers, apparently they are missing the chemical that allows the peel and sections to part company. Next they are full of nasty old seeds. I like my oranges seed-free, thank you very much. And the orange flesh isn't even worth it! They aren't juicy and fresh tasting, they are kind like the pith taste has taken over the rest of the fruit.
I for one, will not feel bad at all when I dig into my chemical-laden oranges next time. Matter of fat, when I'm eating the organic ones, I'll be thinking of the chemicals.

Also, it's October, I have a costume in mind. I'm going to make it, with my own two hands. Or rather with the help of my mother-in-laws sowing machine and maybe one or two of her hands.

And if I seriously have to keeping going to classes for another 10 weeks I don't think I can be held responsible for my actions. Group projects are for suckers. Suckers taking these classes. Please give me back managerial accounting, I'll even take governmental accounting if it means I never have to talk to these people ever again! Ahem. I will continue to work diligently to get good grades.

Cross posting, Free of Charge!

Most of you prolly saw this on my facebook. Whatever. Here it is again:

I enjoy writing, but I never seem to find the time for it, so it must not be that important.
I’m annoyed by stupid busy work for classes and also loathe teachers who ask questions that are true/false and leave one word out of the text book explanation and then you have to decide if that word was crucial to the definition.
If I didn’t have a spell check, you would never have any idea what I was typing. And my typing seems to be getting worse rather then better.
I’m going to be 30 this year, but I don’t feel like a real adult.
I’m such a musical snob, but I really shouldn’t be since I only know the music that I already know, so I’m not really hip to the groove and I don’t know any indie or local stuff.
I’m incredibly tight with money and not ashamed of this. If I ever offer to buy your something, take me up on it, as it may be the last time.
I want to light people that make me mad on fire. I won’t. But I want to.
I fear that life is not what I expected it to be, and I’m trying to deal with that.
I like to quote movies with friends and family. And if one of us screws it up, the other has to say it correctly. We don’t talk in our own words, that would be strange.
I think birds are stupid for pets. They don’t love you! They just stare at you with their dead eyes and poop on stuff. I do like cats, but have enough of them.
I love Indian food so much I’m trying to cook new recipes once a week as I learn the way of the Curry.
I have a weird red vein on the side of one of my eyes. It freaks people out, so don’t look that close.
I’d rather be comfortable then fashionable. I see chicks in their skinny jeans and high heel boots and I think “seriously?” and want to laugh at them.
I just noticed that my own brother took me off his facebook. I guess he didn’t want me to see the “guy-liner” picture he has up.
I used to drink the watercolor water in preschool to impress boys. It’s only gotten worse from there.
I started writing many days ago and didn’t get very far.
I love broccoli. It’s the best veggie there is, since you’re suppose to eat those, I hear.
I adore dairy. Cream cheese and butter and cheese and sour cream and anything creamy!
I would rather work with numbers than lying liar people. People lie to me constantly an that takes me back to #7
I’ve met Matt Nathanson more times then I can count on 1 hand, I’ve also met Tori Amos a few times, and once she yelled at me. It was traumatic.
I think I have carpel tunnel, but apparently I don’t.
My Mom thinks I’m cool.
I have computer printed calendars on my desk that date back to December 2004. They document a month of my life I’ve given to this soulless institution.
Most of my music collection is Brits. They just make better music.
It’s taken a week to finish this. You had better appreciate it.

Holy Crap! I've been Tagged!

Okay, so Tari tagged me! Of course I had stopped reading her blog because she never updated it, and then when i wasn't looking, she tagged me!
So I'll try to do this some justice.

10 Years Ago: I was going to college at Westminster and living at home and probably working for Convergys where I would try and retain just a little piece of my soul before they crushed it all out. I was all sorts of dark and depressing too, don't forget that.

5 Things On My To-Do List: Read some more blogs, get a better job, go to my stupid weight lifting class, look busy, make some awesome Salmon Pasta for dinner!

5 Snacks I Enjoy: What snacks do I not enjoy? Marshmallows, hostess cakes of any kind, Ranch Wheat Thins, chocolate, ice cream (what? Desserts = snacks to me!)

5 Places I've Lived: Murray City, UT, Littleton CO, Orlando FL, Sandy UT and Taylorsville UT

What Would I Do if I Suddenly Became a Billionaire: After I gave my job the finger (metaphorically, of course) I would buy a huge house, with a pool and hire a personal chef and trainer. I would buy a really cool car like a mini or some Hybrid so that while I look down on the poor people I can feel that I'm doing good things for the environment.
After that, I may spread the wealth, give family and poor people some money or whatever, but that's after I'm earning like $50,000 a day on the interest from the loads of cash I have in the bank!

5 Jobs I've Had: Residency Approver, Refund Issuer, Customer Phone-In Punching Bag, Sales Clerk for Big Box Company, Cash Register-Runner for the Little Guy

5 Things You Don't Know About Me: That I'm a chronic liar (or am I?) I love Hannah Montana! (Hey! Some people might not know!) That I have a phone phobia when talking to strangers. That INVU because URAQT! My head is filled with so much celebrity info that I can't remember why I headed into the kitchen.

Now I tag: Whoever! I don't want to put any pressure on anyone unduly, so just if you feel the urge, post some randomness about yourself!