Damn, subtle barbs

On Futurama, if they knew how to preserve the head why wouldn't they preserve the rest of the body? They should just make the whole thing not age.  I really don't think all this stuff on this show is actually going to happen in a thousand years.  Who knows, it might.  I doubt though that we will find that many different species of aliens.  Wouldn't they have already contacted us?  What's the hold up guys? If you're out there and you really are flying in the sky causing light shows over area 51 (and other assorted locations) why wouldn't you make your presence known?  Are we like some wild creature out in the savanna to you? (British voice) "Here we are getting a glimpse at the rare Homo sapiens, commonly known as humans.  Currently there are only 7 billion left in the whole universe.  Due to a great many legislative bills this small planet of their natural habitat has been preserved.  The humans are quickly outgrowing this and we may soon see a drop in their numbers.  It is likely some may branch out and learn to live in our developed zones, but it is uncertain.  For now, we can only watch in wonder as these magnificent creatures go about their daily lives."  But seriously guys.....at least clear up the conspiracy!

Damn my netflix is going slowing than a snail.

Soon I'll be getting my own little den in my apt because my annoying roommate is moving out.  I'm gonna put my favorite wing back chair in there and I think we should get a love seat.  I love love seats. They are the perfect size.  Except for napping, unless its an exceedingly deep love seat, then it may do well afterall.  My Mamaw had a love seat where either half could recline and it was so comfortable.  I'm going to put my tapestry in there.  Then I'm getting a record player and bringing my piano over so I can play more.  It'll be my little sanctuary.  I can also have friends over to toke and go back there.  At least after October 18.  I look forward to my roommate leaving, not only because I am basically taking over his room but because he causes our power bill to go up.  When he leaves his door closed all the warm air stays in there and so it continuously runs because it never gets warm in the rest of the apt and the temperature reader is out here.  It's ridiculous.  Our power bill for this tiny little apartment is like $150 every month.  That's crap!  I bet our water bill will go down too because we wont have a third person taking long hot showers.  It's a good thing.

I want some teacups.  Like nice little dainty type ones.  So I can have teatime in my new den.  (We are gonna put the hookah back there too!)

screw Netflix, I'm putting on Daria.  She won't let me down.

Eh! I hate it when the pudding has skin!

I want a pocket watch.

For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica

Rebel Yell by Billy Idol
Hotty Toddy

Intrinsically,
Mav

Not a beach body, but still a babe

So I'm watching another movie.  House on Haunted Hill.  Made in 1959, so hopefully it will be good.  This is back when the shrill scream was tops in film making.  That iconic shriek.

Mm I want a cigarette. So I'll have one!

Ah opening credits. I bet that's a pretty house in color.  Just a bored rich guy that wants to kill people.

I'm so out of place in an office.  It's boring.  I don't know when or how to talk to anyone.  And they all say I'm so quiet.  Am I just supposed to walk up to people working and start talking?  I don't know what they are doing or if it's important.  What if they don't want to be bothered?  They are always saying I need to be more engaged but the few times I've reached out it's been met with awkwardness.  And no one ever reaches out to me except David (I think he sees me as a daughter since he has three and no sons).  Most of that is just "How you doing?" "Very good." "Keep at it." (All right together but still, hardly a real conversation).  I'm just not friend with anyone and I don't really see that changing.  I'm just so much younger than everyone else.  There is this gap and even if I had things to say I think they don't think I'd know what they are talking about because I'm younger.  God, I know a lot.  Probably more than a lot of them because I'm not stuck in their tiny PhD bip of life that gives them tunnel vision to the rest of the world.  I don't really think they are all bigoted but they sure aren't giving me anything else to go on.  Everyone else it's a quick hello (if that).  I just don't belong here.  I'm so out of my element.  (Just now [because I'm at work] I said bye to Mark and he was right by my cube and he didn't say anything and I know he heard me because he heard Kelly who is farther away and said bye to her...how am I supposed to reach out to that?)

I made a paper airplane out of a post-it note.  It is really crappy.  I named it the flea because it bites.  Yuk yuk yuk.

White Blank Page by Mumford & Sons
I don't think it's the actual music video but I think it might be. I don't know.  I like it though and you get to actually see the band.  I hate how when you type shit into YouTube and it just pulls up a bunch of covers.  If I wanted to watch a cover I'd search COVERS.  It's annoying, I just want to watch the actual video.


Talking to my mommy,

Mav

PS I got another poem published!

Here it is... a Mav original

Rose Colored Glasses

Rose colored glasses
refracted brilliant sunlight
into the deepest layer of cornea,

burning a hole
through humanity's truth,
alighting the consummate fantasy.