What to Do...?

What do you do when you find porn on someones computer? The computer that they share with their family? Right out where everyone can see it on the topsites list?

I was faced with this dilemma very recently. And, being a good Samaritan, I figured, you know, I guess people are people. I'll just delete this from the top sites tab and hope it goes away forever... so I did.

Yeah, well, it turns out it wasn't just one little excursion, it was a load of unmentionable sites so massive in number that the computer froze from me clicking the [x] button so fast until I just sighed, scrubbed my hands like I was prepping for surgery, and gave up.

I wasn't in the best mood today anyway, and now I've come to a conclusion. People aren't people. Women are people. Men are animals.

Animals with no shame, no consideration, and little worth as anything more than components of reproduction. Gentlemen are gone from this Earth, if they ever existed, and the porn industry is probably making bank on this fact, damn them.

Reunion

So I've been trying to get a hold of an old friend lately. I thought his phone had been disconnected or switched, because he never answered my texts, and then I saw that he wasn't answering my Facebook messages, either, so I was pretty upset about that...

You see, I don't know how to treat males. They're pretty foreign to me, and it seems like I'm always going after the gay ones and treating the ones I'm not going after like they're gay. As a female companion I have only two modes: potential girlfriend (as I have yet to become a real one) and "Gerl-Frennnnn!" This makes straight males uncomfortable and, more often than not, completely annoyed. In fact, there have only been three (straight) male mammals in the history of the universe capable of interacting with me sans side-effects, only two of them are human.

Because of my social idiocy, it's very difficult for me separate friend and love interest (just like in a soap opera!) and so it goes without saying that I crushed hard on 1/3 of the aforementioned male mammals. Hint: It wasn't the dog. LoL

Since I'm the Queen of Awkward and he's prettymuch the ruler of the Land of Nice and Forgiving, everything was cool, until we lost touch. I guess I didn't mind too much, because it was really simple to try and forget him as a whole, wrong, but easier on me, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, once I started thinking about him, the dam broke and I missed him terribly. D:

But it's cool. He called me back today and we had a fabulous chat about I-Poly, the awesome Physics teacher, Gaiman... :)

I'm not sure what the moral of this story is, but it's probably something like "Don't blog without caffeine pumping your system or else everything you say will sound irrelevant and mushy."

Anyway, found this fantastic blog on Gaiman's Journal (Blog, lol) from this awesome chick who-- I kid you not-- skates in professional roller derby, used to be in a band, and works in or owns a coffee shop in which she created-- get this-- a Gaiman-named cup of coffee!!!

She is my new superhero, I love her, and will proceed to take up skating in her name.

<3

Oh, I decided that, in order to save money, once I love to New York I'll simply live off of coffee and word count. And I finished my book. More news at eleven.

What Do You Call a Psychic Midget on the Lam?

So I've been finishing up the book... well, okay, I've been pulling out my hair in frustration, sleeping at odd hours, watching Stardust, dodging extravagant BlockBuster fees (They're going out of business anyway), and talking to myself in a British accent (I'm doing it now) WHILE I write, write, write my book away. I've got about 40% of a chapter to go, plus the conclusion, which may or may not be about half done, and then it's editing, proofreading, formatting, and publishing for me.

Okay, I cannot stop thinking to myself in an English accent. It's a Gaiman overload, it happens more often that you'd think... which is quite sad.

Anyway, I've just polished off a whole pot of coffee and a section on cold reading, which is pretty interesting, if I do say so myself... (The cold reading; the coffee was just pretty good.) Now I've just got to talk about the real mediums in this world, even though I'll sound positively mad.

Really sorry I've not blogged in a while, been kind of busy; this weekend's been the first time that I've actually slept more than four hours in the past... Oh, I don't know, two weeks! (!!!! D:)
So that was nice. Somehow, I've actually managed to sleep, leave the house, and get work done. Spectacular. Although, one of the side-effects is that I can't seem to talk about anything but school and death, which have become synonymous lately so conversation seems, to me at least, monotonous, although I think mom's drawing me out of it slowly.

Also, I've just realized that if this [writing] is going to be my actual life, then I am going to be very busy and very pleased (as long as there's no equivelent of school, i.e. something that gets in my way). Mmm... decided that I'm going to NYU; debt be damned, I'm going to write and I need all the opportunity and instruction I can get!

Night.

PS. Oh! The title, right.
Answer: A small medium at large.

Bee Sketched

Hey Non Existent Readers!

Sorry that I haven't posted in a while, I was entertaining some friends I met last summer in Connecticut over my fabulous Spring Break... I was going to post some pictures of the three of us hanging out at the Getty and my interview with Melissa for my senior project (I'm doing my project on the After Life and she's been reincarnated) but my phone seems to be having issues with that. My dear phone, won in a wilde came of poker one night in Paris (in a review writing contest for the Los Angeles Skirball Center in 2008) seems to be going senile. Not only did it fail to download every single one of my photos (including some that I genuinely needed for school) it also deleted said photos and spent the last couple of days quite confused- it seemed to believe that it had a pair of headphones hanging out of it's side when it, in fact, did not... this created several problems for yours truly.

Anyway, I hope that its recent software update and a few days of solid rest will do my little phone some good, as I have no wish to replace it anytime in the foreseeable future.

In other news, I've created a second blog- Bee Sketched- which is basically pictures of pictures in my sketch book.

As far as this blog goes, I hope to publish a new short story- something I find fairly fantastical and definitely Gaiman inspired- by the end of this week. Also, I was very upset to discover (right after reading Startdust and then scanning Smoke and Mirrors in its entirety) that Neil Gaiman's books and stories never end happily... further studies will be conducted by Tulane's top scientists very soon.

Well, have a magnificent evening, and should you spot a falling star on the horizon... pray it fell on the right side of the wall and fly immediately to its rescue.

Yours,

-Bee

P.S. I was most pleased to discover that Gaiman, my favorite living author, has his own blog. Check it out. My favorite post so far is How To Mortify Your Daughter.