Man I promise, she's so self conscious
She has no idea what she's doing in college
That major that she majored in don't make no money
But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny
Now, tell me that ain't insecure
The concept of school seems so secure
Sophmore three years, aint picked a career
She like fuck it, I'll just stay down here

sounds like me

hmmm

So.

I heard that Andy (the blonde I guy in my previous post) is moving back this week.  I miss him.  He's not very bright, but he's probably one of the most fun people I've met in my entire life.  Sad part is, he's George's friend.  It's like we got divorced...we're splitting the assets.  I can't hang out with certain people now and I can't listen to certain CDs that we listened to or watch movies that we watched when we worked together.

sighhh

I guess it's like that, when you break up (breakup? break-up? brakeup? brayq~up?) with a guy/girl/friend.  At least for me.  Certain songs are now theirs, while you get the movies that you watched together and laughed at or the memories you shared.  Because in my experience, no brayq~up has been mutual.  We've said mutual, just for the sake of saving someone's feelings.  One person is usually left hanging on to the lingering afterthoughts of, "Maybe this was a bad idea?" or "This is sooo not what I wanted."

All I know is life is tough when things between people go bad.  But luckily, there are doughnuts.

I am doing some computer work for my Mom, so expect a lot of random weird blogging.  I found some entries on my old blog, and I discovered a long list of fun facts (or FF's, if you will).  These are my quirks.  I love them and they might not change...ever.  I actually kind of hope they don't...they're what makes me auderoono.

-I dance in the shower.
-I collect bottlecaps.
-I'm obsessed with face products.
-I listen to one song out of a specific set every night.
-I go on dates with boys I don't really like because I can't say no.
-I pick out a line for every song I listen to and memorize it.
-I wear the same necklace almost every day.
-I want to do something drastic with my hair.
-I personally believe BYU is a joke and will not be attending next year, possibly next semester.
-I often look through old photographs and remember how I felt and what I was thinking when it was taken.
-I wake up to write essays at 3:30 in the morning.
-I eat cough drops simply because they taste good to me.
-I own approximately 9 different chapsticks.
-I am almost too trusting, although I think that may be changing.
-There are days I wish I were back working at Washington Mutual, talking to Rachel, Casey, Mel, Brice, Shay, Cathy, and Irma.
-I compulsively cry when I see others crying....and I'm not even sad.
-There are days when I want to steal my sister's ID, buy myself a 30 pack, and drink myself into oblivion.
-Frozen Charleston Chews were sent from heaven to keep me sane.
-My favorite parts of my body are my shoulders and arms.
-I find strange pleasure in cursing.
-When I'm bored, I create mixtapes in my head for friends, boyfriends, family...whoever.
-I chew gum as a nervous habit. The Altoid kind is my favorite.
-I drink Green Tea every morning I can.
-I have dreams about going skeet shooting.
-Sometimes I'll carry around my niece in public like she's mine, just to see people's reactions.
-I drink Diet Dr. Pepper every night before I go to bed.
-I hate open doors.
-Text messages are one of my top ten favorite things in the entire world.
-I enjoy reading several books for pleasure, all during the same time period.
-The later it gets at night, the stranger the urge to call the most random people. Damn time.
-I don't like pies, brownies, macaroni & cheese, or milk.
-You can tell a lot about me and the mood I'm in depending on the background picture and tag line on my phone.
-For about one week every year, all I eat is Lucky Charms.
-When people call, a picture of one of my facial expressions shows up. You can tell exactly how I feel about that person depending on their caller ID picture.
-I still hide under the covers, just so I can avoid the world.

So, I'm officially the cat lady.  You all can say you know her now- you know, the woman who lives alone, has more cats than brain cells, and slowly but steadily loses her mind to the litterbox?  That's me.

Well, technically, I still have no cats.  And it's safe to say that I will never have cats, since I believe them to be the devil's minions and although Satan lives in my stomach, I would rather eat my fingers than own one.  No offense to anyone with a feline, but keep them away from me.  Don't worry, I'm an equal opportunity hater...I feel the same way about your children.

So even though I don't have any cats, the parts about living alone and descending into Senileville (next to Midlifecrisis City, but before Arthritistown) are true.  Rachel and Randall are gone until Saturday, and I am kind of house sitting since I don't want to go back to my apartment full of noisy people.  I realized I was the cat lady sitting in Rachel's new rocking chair (yes, I said rocking chair) watching the Food Network.  Yes, please re-read that sentence again.  Now we both know I'm the cat lady.  To make matters worse, I was eating low calorie popcorn with extra butter that I added to make up for the missing lard taste I enjoy and a diet Coke; all the while providing commentary about the proper way to baste a chicken.  Am I a depressing middle aged woman or what?

All that's left is to become a Fanilow. Don't worry, I'm already on it.

They keep me up too late at night.  Apparently, it is not common knowledge (as I once thought) that Audrey needs at least 10 hours of sleep to function properly.  I'm sitting here, waiting for some people from church to check on me because since I don't go often enough to my local congregation, I simply MUST be suffering in some strange way.  I just want to be left alone to become the hermitical cave dweller we all know lives inside of me.  Instead of cats, I will raise pet rocks and talk to them about my sociological ideals concerning pop culture icons Bono and abnormalities like the Latino fans of Morrissey.  I know, I'm already crazy...but at least I don't own the pet rocks yet.

Did I mention I haven't had my nap today?

It's a new day, and I almost couldn't sleep last night because i was so excited for all the things I had to do today.  It sounds ridiculous, but planning is one of my favorite things to do, most especially when I am about to fall asleep.  To do today:

1.  Get my oil changed and get my brakes checked.
2.  Wash/Clean out car.
3.  Tan.
4.  Tell friends I'm leaving, as well as Steele.
5.  Sell books/movies.
6.  Post Prom dress.
7.  Take movie back.
8.  Work out.
9.  Burn Andrea's CD.
10.  Pack.
11.  Look up registration info for UVSC.
12.  Email Ryan.

That's all I can think of right now.  Hopefully, I'll get most of it done.  Whew.  Okay, here we go.

MOTIVATION ACTIVATE