shit

why why why why why do i think i'm unbearably clever and so self-sufficient? i know my services marketing lectures are beyond comprehension but i still have this (evidently false) sense of peace goading me into not doing anything to remotely understand it until.. erm.. like now...! and panic bombs are just having a field day in my stupidly complacent (not now of course) head... the pearls of knowledge go as far as my plasticky head [:p] and get stuck in congealed gel (residue squeezed out of bottle; scum of hair products world).

pavs i know im kinda copying you with respect to themes on blogs.. but i'm sure you understand right? tomorrow i have a presentation, immediately followed up by said quiz.. and then woopeee im done with services marketing.. well not quite.. the fucker hands out an assignment that must be completed within 48 hours... my class doenst have any sense... it was originally 24 hours... but.. noooo... they put additional pressures on me (and them too, im sure) to come up with profound explanations on how service providers allocate capacity to customers... as opposed to coming up with piecemeal explanations that are entirely acceptable due to the 24 hour constraint....considering everyone wants to EXCEL... actually no, people are just too lazy to work immediately...

oh btw, fyi, (hee hee), i am one of those people who pushed for a 48 hour deadline... well.. i know i'm a jackass.. but im repenting ain't i? god i have issues

anyways, my social life has taken a huge backward step. my smoking habit is constantly at bay... which is good.. until i let myself sample one lovely piece of heaven.. and then im furiously spraying my room with haute-couture cologne and i'm transported into complacency admist the intoxicating freshness... sigh..

haute couture is an inappropriate word. i just used it coz im overcome with a desire to go to new york and be like all new age man, with vodka martinis and surrounded by beautiful, ambitious and obsessive compulsive people.. f(sex and the city-season finale). following the same train of thought...

www.urbandictionary.com is the place for all your queries on the latest in slang and filth.. update your vocabulary.. classic webster or oxford dictionaries are sooo 1984.

a sample for my lovelies...

haute couture

French term refering to the extravagant and often absurd and impractically unrealistic fashion pieces that designers create to demonstrate their unique style and inventiveness.Proper pronunciation can be tricky; haute is somewhere between ought and oat, pronounced quickly so that the o is highly unrounded ("oh", if held long enough, ends up sounding like a /oo/). couture is pronounced ko'tur with a highly unrounded 'o', a 'u' that sounds almost like a german umlaut, and an 'r' made in a way similar to gargling.Alternatively, you could pronounce it in a very American fashion as 'ought kuh-ter'.

uber

The ultimate, above all, the best, top, something that nothing is better than. Also Über
I'm Über confused

Term with literal meaning of "above" in German. Brought to the mainstream in the early 80's by hardcore American punk band, the Dead Kennedys when using the term in the anti-Californian government song "California Uber Alles", which is a take off the German motto of "Deustchland Uber Alles", which translates to "Germany above all." The term was picked up in their native California stomping grounds by the typical surfers and "punks" and extended from there to many teenagers, the majority of which use the term online.
That was uber-lame.

doggie style

a sexual intercourse position that men learn from dogs. Especially helpful when the woman have a nice body but fucked up face, so that we don't have to see their face....
"That chick got a nice body but fucked up face, I will only do her in doggie style."

how every guy imagines what it would be like to have a wife/girlfriend who wouldnt mind sex when ever, where ever.
at a bar you bend her over the bar and fuck her up the ass or pussy

yes.. i take no responsibility for any of what is not mine that is above..

see what i mean, its the perfect place to waste hours on end figuring out nice, alternative perspectives on words that u are either unfamiliar with, or familiar but aching for more enlightenment..

i wish i was at a movie right now getting my guts all squirmy, also known as watching Samara. I feel exactly that way right now, but atleast Samara is not gonna manifest herself as a whole audience who will take great pleasure in pointing out why online consulting is such a good idea and why the fuck did we thrash the idea when its so obvious its right the opposite?

ok then... do i feel any better now...? blogs are great... yay..but sorry... it hasn't helped me one bit.. u know the whole perception of how getting things out on paper is therapeutic bullshit... ? well yeah.. im a self-aware, overly self-sufficient person very much in love with knowing exactly how badly im gonna do badly on a test/mess up words during formalized verbal talk.. and therefore all this blog has done for me can be divided into 2 broad categories:

1. updated my blog
2. given me a record of how fucked up (and how correct) i was before the fateful day which is 20 minutes away... hark the spirits of delusion and bad educational habits...

right.. this drama mama is signing off..

enna di?