Knowledge is power. In my hands it is used to destroy you. The professor whom I wished would choke has provided me with enough knowledge to annihilate him. I mean complete Hiroshima. The secret to collecting viable information on people is to keep your mouth shut, make mental notes, ask the right questions.. Wait for it.. wait for it.. Then DESTROY the person. I am such a Scorpio. I am always plotting on someone who has done some sort of injustice or imagined slight to me. Anyway, since the post about the professor I want to choke has received so much attention, I thought I should provide an update. This jackass has given me the keys to the kingdom and I am about to tear it apart. He let it slip he knew where I lived. Uh. How did you figure that out without looking at my records? Second, he told me he was attracted to women that look like me. Well.. Who wouldn’t? (I’m not conceited about my looks; I’m conceited about my intelligence) He also mentioned he was a Pisces. I have so much experience with the inner workings of a Pisces this is going to be like child’s play. He dropped so many gems in my lap I thought I was Harry Winston for a minute. At first I was going to complain to the Dean but that would be too easy. I have something much more interesting coming down the pike for him. It is soo delicious I just can’t wait. I would spell out my plan here, but it is against my regulations to tell anyone anything I am about to do. Friend or foe. Just stay tuned because I promise you will be entertained as no summer blockbuster can ever entertain you.

Have you ever had those weeks where you are just damn tired. Like there is soo much to do, you can't catch a breath? Running solely on adrenaline and then drop dead at the end of the day to only get up and do it again and again and again. Well. A week like that has turned into over a month for me. I feel like I am stuck in Ground hog's Day of responsibility. I have to do so much junk in so many different arenas and they don't overlap which dismisses any time saving methods I could possible enact. I don't know when I turned into a superhero, but I would like to be a mere mortal again. Living up to other's expectations is just starting to make me feel like Atlas but in heels. He was barefoot which is not a look for me. I think I can blame dominant society. They have infiltrated my psyche and programed me to think I have to be everything to everyone all of the time. That I cannot show weakness and that I must always have the acceptable personality on. I spend quite a bit of my time on twitter as a way for my mind to reset so that I can reload for the next set of tasks. I have some great things coming towards me at warp speed but to be ready to receive them I have to lay innumerable plans. Sometimes I think my life is like the Rats of Nimh. Starring me as Mrs. Brisby. I have to move a whole fortress to a safe place, easy enough in concept, but in actualization.. Not so simple. Plus I have a cast of characters secretly or not so secretly working against me. Will the hero prevail? Will the movie have a happy ending? I believe so. I am one of those people who have an internal locus of control. My life is not in the hands of others or fate. It is my responsibility and if I want to reap the bounty, then I must do the work in order to receive it. The Rats on Nimh had a happy ending. There was some collateral damage, but the ending was all sunshiney non the less. Nothing really truly bad every happens to me. Maybe that is why I have so much confidence. I can leap tall buildings in a single bound with not a hair out of place. Ok. Putting big girl panties on. I can do this! I would say wish me luck, but I don't need it.