Halloween or just a good excuse to dress like a slut

Thus far my 'good' ideas for Halloween were, Sarah Palin (which would be crazy easy), Clementine, a zombie (lawl, easy), or Velma from Scooby Doo (which I've been for the past two years).

For shits and giggles, I may try to be Amanda Palmer. Nobody will get it but it will give me an excuse to wear black and white striped thigh highs (now I have to find a skirt to go with it) and run around with my hair a giant curly mess, white face paint, and the brightest whore red lipstick I can find.

This is a terrible idea. Clementine would be so much easier.

Stupid parties and what not.

Happiness abounds

So, part of my whole personal growth project (my therapist rocks!) is learning how to be an advocate for myself. For those of you who've never had a problem in your life, it comes normally.

After years of abusive relationships, it's really difficult for me to stick up for myself. I dated a dude for a hot second who controlled my life, in every aspect. I ended it in a fit of my subconcious revolting against what we going on. Months later, we're still fighting. One of us says something to pull the other back in, we fight, rinse, wash, repeat.

So, I've decided to make more of an effort to cut people out of my life who don't appreciate me. Who don't value my quirky (and impulsive) nature along with other numerous positive (and negative) qualities. I am, what I am. I'm a work in progress. You never had faith in me. In my ideas, my beliefs, my intelligence, nothing. You're not good enough to be in my life, since you can't respect who I am.

On a happier note, I found season two of Buffy for twenty five bucks yesterday. Then I proceeded to make a lot of amazing food, drink heavily, and sleep in till noon today.

Life is pretty fantastic.




EDIT:

Keith Olbermann, I love you. That and you're a stone cold fox through the ages.

My Mom thinks I'm a terrorist.

I'm a bad kid. I keep traumatizing my Mom. My Mom knew of 'The Facebook' from seeing me on it at home but she had no idea what it was. One of her friends asked her if I was on it and then found me (I blame myself for having my profile open to search for a day or two).

My name on Facebook is, Brooke Hussein Tomlinson. The Hussein is there after reading an article in the New York Times on the Internet generation showing solidarity for Barack Hussein Obama and trying to educate people on the fact that his middle name, Hussein, does not have to have terroristic connotations. Article found here. Unfortunately, people are still ignorant. The cunt of a daughter of the man who friended me, turned down my friend request (Facebook politics can suck it. I added her out of obligation since she ate dinner with my family and it was suggested I try to befriend her since she has no friends) because she, "didn't want to be affiliated with anyone who associated with terrorists."

So, my Mom thinks that someday down the road people are going to remember the fact that 'Hussein' was up as part of my name on Facebook and I will be denied job oppurtunities. Bear in mind my name has been Brooke Panda Tomlinson, Saffron Reynolds, Brooke Panda-Reynolds, Panda Tomlinson, Brooke, Brooke Trouble Tomlinson, etc. OH WELL!

Moral of this story, rofl, Internet, rofl.

What being a nerd has done for me

So, after last month (cancer, being let go from my job, breaking up with my boyfriend, etc.) I've spent a lot of time reflecting on my life and the positive things in it. Today I was thinking about how odd it would be if I wasn't a nerd. One of my co-workers was giving me a hard time about my "million dollar vocabulary" (I used the word clandestine to describe why I kept my Facebook profile private) and I just stopped to think.

When I was eight or nine, I fell in love with Star Trek/Star Wars. I would watch The Next Generation on syndication every night, attended a convention where I got to meet the late, great, James Doohan. Every argument I was in, in elementary school, stemmed from the fact that I was an out and proud Trekkie. Eventually, I caved in to the peer pressure and stopped watching Star Trek. Comic books became my next obsession, followed by Star Wars role-playing. In high school, I fixated on C.S. Lewis and 'subversive' literature (so, Sylvia Plath isn't too subversive).

Now, here I am. I'm twenty-five and I've come flying out of the nerd closet, again, after keeping my nerdyness contained to THE INTERNET.

Yes, I love Star Trek. I love nerdy books. Science Fiction is to me what drugs and alcohol are to other people; a means of escaping from an often times brutal reality. Being a nerd has given me the best friend I could ever ask for in the entire world. Being a nerd has given me the two loves of my life. Being a nerd has helped me make some of the best friends, ever. Being a nerd has taught me that shit is never that bad, you could be de-evolving into a spider and have a de-evolved Klingon chasing you about your own ship. Being a nerd has helped me land a job. Being a nerd means it is ALWAYS acceptable to have a crush on Wil Wheaton. Last but not least, being a nerd means that you can write a blog about being a nerd and Greg Park will comment with something nerdier than what you've written.

I did not kill Amanda Palmer

The album, "Who Killed Amanda Palmer" came out and it is amazing. Oh, the best part? The book that accompanies the album features Neil Gaiman and local Philly photographer, Kyle Cassidy.

Seeing Neil the other day was one of those, "I am delusional fan-girl but this is lovely." moments. There is nothing I can say at this point to adequately describe how wonderful it was, so here is a link to his site, where you can view the videos of him reading from his new book, which is lovely, to say the least. It's on my nightstand right now, on top of poor Salman Rushdie's "The Satantic Verses" and Watchmen. Big pile of nerdery. I'm getting as much "not work" reading in as possible these days. There will be another blog, soon, about the impending disaster that is my work + internship + grad school applying (MAT/GRE studyin', then takin'). The equation will remain incomplete for the time being.

Fin. Time to finish my laundry, get dinner, and then EXHUMED! Tonight I get the pleasure of seeing Halloween 2 and Eaten Alive, ON TEH BIG SCREEN.