This weekend, which began this morning, is shot.

The drama that unfolds here is unbelievable. Once everyone has exhausted their own garbage, it turns on me. Yes, I have one Master’s Degree, and no, I do not desire another. I agreed that I would take classes as needed to fulfill the few remaining requirements of a School Counseling degree. Now, it seems that I need to jump through no less that 15 hoops just to find out the real deal on *how* to do so. Every sentence contradicts the previous one when reading the catalogs from WVU and Marshall. I can’t believe that someone approved the printing of such unorganized, uninformed documents. Throw that in a pot with my family’s dysfunction and voila–instant sludge.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pack up everything I can into a bandanna and a stick, and Hob and I are heading for the train tracks.

Pinstripe Ba’al! Patches! “Not exactly…”! Pure

On the other hand, what the hell is up with Teal’c’s speech pattern? It’s like he’s some kind of self-righteous “Jaffa Cowboy” with that drawl.

OMG! Bwa!!!

I’ve seen this around, but I stole it from Karen.

( OTP Meme )

Thanks for the ups yesterday, I feel much better now.

Meh. Meh, meh, meh, meh, meh. Every damned thing? Meh.

New (and default) theme. Goblet of Fire features Krum, Dumbledore, and Harry. Glimpses of the maze can be seen in the sidebars, spacers, and comment textareas. I’m tired. The design validates XHTML 1.0 Transitional. I rock.

I’m sending a VERY HUGE congratulations to two of my bestest pals. They know what it’s for, but until now, I’m MUM on the subject, though the excitement could make me POP at any time. Yippee!!!

In much less important news, I entered Speed of Sound into a Video Awards Competition. I don’t know why I did it, as I swore I would never do such a thing again. Glutton for punishment, I suppose.

I think me and Viktor Krum ought’a have a thang goin’ on.