I've been busy...

...trying to achieve my fancy plan.

False. I've just managed to procrastinate on yet another activity in life, blogging.
Since attempting to backtrack and summarize two months would make me lose all _single digit #_ of my readership, I will try to blog places and events in installments, just like you pay for Netflix or a Disney pass.

Most recently, I've been chillin [out maxin', relaxin' all cool..]  and reading my twitter feed/facebook status updates about how URSA is crashing hard and not allowing anyone to enroll and/or taking 15 minutes to refresh a page. I've decided not to try--haven't been on URSA all day. It is decided that I will be a super senior, at least through next winter.

As sad as the situation sounds, I will have precious time to figure out life a bit better. Friends and others are being decisive, moving on, carpe diem-ing, grabbing life by the balls...or maybe it's horns... They're good motivation.

Speaking of doing things, I did apply for 2010 Census jobs, with extra-low confidence thinking I'd fail the "we want to make sure you're not stupid, can alphabetize, and count in order" test, but I aced that sucker. Got a hopeful call about becoming a recruiting assistant, then never heard back.

I've also registered for the CBEST aka "we want to make sure you're not stupid so you can teach babies" test.  Then bought a CSET study book, just like the wonderful SAT kind so I can teach at a level above infancy.

Teaching is a good place to start if all else fails. Plus, the vacations and weekends will allow me time to keep climbing, slowly but surely, that fancy ladder 'til I reach the top--where one dons Prada head-to-toe while carrying a Prada that houses a rat-sized dog. Nothing screams success more than canine feces in a designer bag.

My London lovelies mentioned that I'm well on my way of being an Asian Liz Lemon. Who wouldn't want to go to there? I'd love to be her. Though I'm far from her wit, success, and general awesomeness, I know that I can compete when it comes to night cheesing. Being Kenneth would be perfectly fine at this point.

I must mention chat roulette. Holy goodness gawd. I won't deny that I've gone on it and seen things incredibly worthy of eyemuffs, but this creation does scare me. Worldwide + body parts + 12 year olds + Interweb = bad news bears.

Lastly, I'll include these with my posts because this is my life.
Recent heart attack: Bison ribs last weekend, Butter biscuits w/butter + Halloween cupcakes + Nutella this past weekend, Medium BK meal + funnel cake sticks tonight.

Yes, ate you. Sorry.

I appreciate you, lone reader.
Reptar signing off.