money money money

as abba once said, "it's a rich man's world." Guys, I haven't been paid in 2 months. 2 MONTHS with ZERO income. my mom lent me some money but for the most part i have lived off of 300 dollars the past 2 months. John Mccain spents almost 3 times my income to fill the gas of his cars. The university doesn't pay us for the month of august, and I stupidly forgot this so i used this massive load of cash i had left over at the beginning of august to pay some credit cards. responsible? yes. Good planning? NO! so whatever few hundreds i had left went to my rent. And initially I had been told i would be payed on the 22nd of September so i was holding out. so i check my account yesterday and...nothing. so i called payroll, and the department had noted incorrectly our paydate. We are actually not getting paid until the 30th. that is a whole week longer that I will have to scrounge and eat ramen. I have actually been eating ramen because i can't afford real food. And don't talk about the party that my house threw this weekend because i didn't pay for it. The worst part about all this is that i HAVE a decent sized paycheck coming in on the 30th along with lots of extra smaller amounts from my various part time jobs. But until then i just keep cutting more and more from my "necessity list." I mean i guess one good thing is that i realize that i can live on dollars a day.

I had this realization about a week ago, and it's gotten worse since then, that despite my "elite" lifestyle or whatever, i actually make probably a little more than the working class people who are so disenfranchised in this election. Anyways i have like....no retirement and 33 dollars in my savings account....The only things i have are a few designer purses left over from my days as a secretary and a burberry trench coat (yes reread that first sentence and mock me). But my point is not to show how poor i am and how badly i budget my money because i think i do a pretty good job given what i'm working with. MY POINT is to say that if our economy plumets, as appears to be the case, i am ROYALLY FUCKED! i have like NOTHING to fall back on. This scares the shit out of me. Is anyone else scared of our impending doom??????

so in conclusion, for me AND FOR YOU please vote for barack obama and volunteer in swing states and make phone calls and talk to those undecided voters. I have been volunteering more so because my man is an organizer in a white working class county and this is how we spend time together. But in addition to that i am getting so much perspective from the experience!! Just to give you some idea of what it's like where he works. Ann Arbor gets about 90 volunteers in the office a day. his county gets on a good day, 5. So i say again, if any of you want to volunteer to phone bank on weekends or weekdays in a white working class county of undecided voters in one of the most important swing states in the country (michigan) PLEASE CONTACT ME. stop talking about doing it and actually do it, people! Also, send me care packages of food and supplies!

so i went out karaoking (is this a verb?) last night and unfortunately it's the beginning of the year so our dive bar that is usually empty turned into the fun new ironic hang out for the business school kids. DAMNIT! So instead of being full of sad locals pouring their hearts out over karaoke it was a bunch of asshats. Case in point the 3 former sorority girls who were all dressed alike in typical, uninteresting outfits going on stage singing "like a virgin." they thought they were such hot shit, dancing around all cute and pretending to be sexy. And yes, i have done like a virgin before, but i really DID like a virgin. I didnt' go up there and vapidly sing the song. anyways there was also the mandatory "i like big butts" and when my friend sang "bad moon" a former frat boy came up to him and threw up his fists screaming "YEAH!!!!! FOGERTY!!!! WOOO!!!" A couple of people went up there to sing "friends in low places" but as seems to be the case when amateurs do karaoke they didnt' know all the words, just the chorus so it was like this

"blame it all on suuu.....ttaaaa ssuuuuuuu......IIIII GOT FRIENDS IN LOOOW PLACES!"

I was like...people, when you sing a song make sure you know it. why does karaoke ettiquette bother me so much? Anyways so this place has a new system where they have what i would definitely call the poor man's "live band karaoke." It is nowhere near the caliber of alix's bar, cathy. It's one guy on guitar, and another on bass who sometimes switches to a keyboard that sounds more like a synthesizer. And then there is this wretched woman running the karaoke machine who we call "karaoke nazi," which i know is a totally un-pc term but, really, sometimes there just isn't a better way to describe it. so yeah, they have the karaoke background music and then the band, basically adds to it with their own real music. It ends up being sounding a lot like guitar hero. Anyways, so this woman has all these rules if you want to sing and she yells them into the mic throughout the night when they are broken.

"NOOOOO drinks on stage! if you bring your drink on stage you will be kicked out of the bar"

"please keep a 2 foot distance from the stage!!! step back from the stage!!!!!"

And she yells this into the mic and if you are drunk it totally kills your buzz. But the best part about her is that during certain songs she will do the background vocals. Case in my point, my friend sang total eclipse of the heart and the woman did the "turn around" part. It was so great! and she got really into it closing her eyes "turn aroooouuund." and right at the end she even added the "turn around BRIGHT eyes" part. It was at that moment when i decided i officially loved her.

Oh my god i was about to end my post by saying "so in conclusion let me just go over the main points of this post. I hate b-school students and i love the karaoke nazi." Jesus, i've been writing way too many papers lately.

lean cuisines

this is a really brief, not really, update just to say that being in the microwave room in the psych dept at lunch time is really fucking sad and pathetic. Remember that scene on my so called life when angela laments about how unfortunate it is to see the sad excuse for her teacher's lunch? it's like that, only this is my life and i am the teacher. from about 11:30 til 2:00pm the halls are filled with the pungent aroma of various lean cuisines. And i'm talking like the beef stroganoff lean cuisine. the public fridge is filled wiht frozen dinners and prepackaged fruit cups and for some reason all of this just make me feel wretched, and i can't figure out why.

anyways that is kind of all for now. peep my fishing pics on facebook. super hot