But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.

I would like to dedicate today to the creepers. So first off, I'm sorry to Radiohead for using your lyrics for the title of a blog entry that is not very flattering. But it doesn't really matter because we all know Creep is overrated and Karma Police is an infinitely better song. So back to the creeps. Recently the loves of my life (Pauly D, Vinny, The Situation and NEVER Ronnie) have tried to make the art of "creepin" seem legit by acting like it just means picking up girls. But we all know this isn't true and even my man Pauly D looks like a creep when he's trying to make "creepin" happen. So to help make everyone's life easier I have organized creepers into categories. Let's us begin.

Old School Creeper: The main reason this guy is creepy is because he's old. And I don't mean Hugh Hefner old (though that bathrobe rockets him into creeper status faster then you can say I'll meet you in the grotto). And if you didn't get the grotto reference then it's obvious you know nothing about Playboy. For this I commend your ability to stay innocent. Any who, this guy is creepy because he's old enough to have a daughter the exact same age as the girls he's creeping on. So yeah, it's gross. So he's is hanging out in a bar with girls who probably played Barbie down the street with his daughter in 1995, but he has decided to put those memories behind him just so he can buy you a shot (lucky day!). He's probably also dancing to the swag surf song, not realizing that song actually has a dance move called the swag surf, but also not realizing it's like 2 years old. This guy is a pain in everyone's ass because he is either being persuaded by his creepy old man friends to act this way or he came alone. Both of which is beyond unacceptable. This guy will attempt to make clever jokes: (Upon seeing girls in Halloween costumes), "I should have worn my Go Go boots." I'm sorry sir, was that supposed to be funny? It's sounds to me like your a cross dresser for the middle aged set. Go home. I know you have a wife. Don't act like you don't.

New School Creeper: This guy has everything going right, but he's doing it all wrong. He the age of the girls he's creeping on and he might even be attractive. But he's killed all his redeeming qualities by walking into an obvious gathering of some sort where everyone knows one another and he tried to blend in. Dude. If you walk into a bar where everyone is obviously talking to one another and it's pretty obvious this is a party how are you seriously going waltz in a stand in the center of everything while trying to get someone to talk to you. News flash. We are not going to speak to you. You are an outsider who wasn't invited. Go home. Your staring is confusing people. I didn't bust into your frat houses Christmas party, so back off our Halloween party.

The Creeper Next Door: This guy is someone you know. You may even call him a friend (but probably not after tonight). This joker is 100% normal, but you give him a solo cup of hunch punch and BAM! we might as well be watching To Catch a Predator: Collegiate Edition. He's trying to be clever because he knows everyone there and sees this as a chance to up his social standing. DON'T DO IT! Your awkward jokes and sexual innuendo are just making people uncomfortable. You are like Russell Brand style disturbing, but you're not famous so you've going nothing to back it up. You'll regret this in the morning friend.

The Everyone Is Fair Game Creeper: I have very little to say about this person, since they tend to be rare, but they are annoying as hell when you stumble upon them. This person is not showing favorites. They'll creep a girl, they'll creep a guy. Hell, if your grandma walked through the door, they'd creep her too. These people are desperate for attention and tend to part the crowd when they come by. No one wants to deal with it.

The Homeless Creeper: This is the homeless man outside of the bar who tries to give you life advice while asking you for a dime. So basically it's kind of like using one of those fortune teller machines in the movie Big. Useless ramblings in exchange for a coin. This person has also been known to pretend to be the body guard of the establishment he is in front of.

The Reverse Girl Creeper: This is a unique situation. Here the girl is not creepin on guys per say, but she is flocking to any of the aforementioned creepers. She can spot them in a room full of bodies and she wants to make sure they notice. Nothing like flirting the hours away with a certified creeper. She'll probably spend the whole next day telling you about the creeper who followed her at the party when all you really want to say back is, "shut up."

So I'm gonna go out on a limb and say anyone reading this knows about these creepers. And I'm sorry to everyone for having to experience it.

On a lighter note, Zyprexa or "Zyppie," my fish has developed a Pavlovian response to me walking into my bedroom. When you give him food he starts swimming madly around like a crazy fish. Well all he has to feel is the vibrations as I enter the room and he goes crazy associating me with food. This is actually very clever on Zyppie's part because now I feed him even when it isn't time too because he gets so excited.

Okay, ponder the creepers and get back to me with your thoughts.

Desiree; Latin; so long hoped for, crave, desire. Take that Jon Stewart!

So it's been like 2 weeks since I posted anything to this joker. Interestingly, people have been asking for my next blog, but I'm pretty sure it's so they can have a few more minutes of procrastination time, so I'm not getting all excited with my skills yet. So I tried to theme this and then I realized it wasn't going to work. So here goes nothing.

So I went to the Darius Rucker concert last week. He's the bomb.com. Anywho, I just need to say, he may sing I only wanna be with you, but in reality crazy behind me, he doesn't actually want to be with you. So back off my ass so I can enjoy my life. Annoying concert goers literally ruin my day. I'm sorry that I got to the concert 2 hours early and had to stand next to Creepy "I came to the concert alone" McCreeperson while he awkwardly stared so that I could be up front. But while I was trying to avoid eye contact with the aforementioned loser I noticed something. You WEREN'T there. Yep, I'm positive. You weren't. So don't push up behind me two songs before the end of the set, rest your elbow on my back and then look confused when I bow you in the ribs. It is not my problem that you just now realized being close to the stage will behoove you. Stupidity just can't be fixed.

Now I don't want to use this forum to bitch about school because I do that enough in spoken word. But I need to lament on a topic we've recently discussed (mostly because both Creepy McCreeperson and I'll elbow you in the ribs lady could probably benefit from this information). Contraception. There is absolutely NO NEED to encourage people to use any sort of OTC contraception besides the male condom. I had mistakenly believed that at this stage in life you wouldn't have to tell a bunch of pharmacy school students this. And if you let someone walk out of the pharmacy with a sponge or whatever other quackery they've come up with, it is bad medical practice. That's really all I have to say about that, except for I wasted about an hour of my life talking about this crap. And I can't get that hour back.

Now for upsetting things in the news. Apparently some dumb politician called another dumb politician a "whore." Which we all know was a real smooth move. I swear a 5 year old could teach public image classes to these idiots. But anyways, all the major networks wanted to tell the story without saying the word, "whore." So one newscaster said, "called her a name normally used for prostitutes." First, this lady hasn't visited the outside world recently. We call prostitutes, prostitutes. But anyways, in response to this Jon Stewart said "hmmmm...what's a name for a prostitute? Desiree?" Are you kidding me? If I ever get another last name I'm dropping that middle one like it's hot. Side note, when I was little I thought prostitute was another word for "convict." I was pathetic.

Okay, awkward story time and then I'll be done. Yesterday I went to Kroger after school for some necessities. And I was alone and easily distracted so I ended up staring at the wine. And I was like, "I should buy some wine." So I did. Well then I turned around and the Strongbow was just staring at me like it been waiting for me since the day it was bottled. So I had to buy it too. So I make it out to my car and I'm loading my groceries when I notice this Asian kid straight up sprinting through the parking lot in my direction. He was in Kroger attire so I assumed he was doing something beneficial for the company. But he was coming at me. "No," I thought, "no way is dude running to me." But would you believe it? He was. Before I can do anything he has my last two bags in his hands in attempt to help me. Of course my last two bags contain the alcohol. And he says, "here are your...drinks." So then I was like he's been rendered nervous by the alcohol, so he must be like a high schooler. So of course I have to make the situation more awkward by trying to make a joke (mental note: stick to sarcasm as humor Carmen!) and it didn't really hold up. But then he tried to both pretend it was funny and joke back. This was almost as awkward as my infamous Apple Store debacle of 2009. L-a-m-e.

So if all this has you frustrated, disappointed or bored I suggest you go to YouTube and watch Billy Joel's Uptown Girl video. That's what I'll be doing.

(A lack of) Current Events

So basically, every morning when I'm getting ready for school I have CNN on my tv. This all started when I was in Europe and the BBC was the only station I could understand. I learned a lot watching 24 hour news so when I got back to the US I added it into my daily routine. I like CNN basically because it's not FOX, the weather man is cute and they have an Atlanta based office. Oh, and Dr. Sanjay Gupta is the the chief medical corespondent and I like him. I'll forgive them for those stupid holograms they tried to do during the presidential election where they had will.i.am popping up randomly in the studio via hologram. I'm sorry, I thought I was watching the news, but obviously I'm watching Back to the Future Part II-forgive me. But I digress. The reason I'm writing about CNN is because there were three stories today that kind of pissed me off. I'll put them in order from blood boiling to mildly annoying.

1. (Blood Boiling) Westboro Baptist Church. First let me say you people are a disgrace. I believe in freedom of speech as much as the next person, but seriously. They are pathetic. So let me give you the run down. They protest AT military funerals using the fool proof logic that soldiers are dying because we are immoral people and it's God's way of punishing us. That doesn't make a damn bit of sense. So they roll up to your funeral in their little picket lines or whatever and say you died because the world has prostitutes or something. Idiots. They could be using that time to raise money to feed starving kids or maybe to go somewhere and protest the war (shocker alert! the war is what's killing the soldiers!). So basically they got sued and they won! But luckily for us all they are going back to court so the feds can discuss the fact that funerals should be a place of privacy. I kind of want to take a picket sign, walk to wherever the hell Westboro Baptist is located and then hit them with the blunt end of my sign. But that would violate something worse than freedom of speech.

2. (Seriously? Idiots!) An airline in Singapore has decided to allow people to talk on their cellphones while on the airplane. So we've all known for years that cellphones don't really mess up navigation equipment, but I was fine with spreading that propaganda in order to keep the plane ride bearable. Whoever made this decision needs to come to Athens, Georgia and ride a UGA bus. See cellphones are allowed on UGA bus rides and I can tell you from first hand experience that it's a far stretch from pleasant. All it takes is being the unfortunate person who gets to sit beside one 20 year old, dumbass riding the bus to her Land Rover to understand the problem of using cell phones on planes. The conversation basically becomes a spoken word version of something you would see on textsfromlastnight.com. She had sooo much to drink. She was sooooo wasted. He was sooooo lame. Now take those three sentences and repeat them over and over until you land at your destination. So you were excited about going to Hawaii when you boarded the plane-not so much anymore, right?

3. (Mildly annoying) Apparently Mike's Hard Lemonade issued breast cancer awareness bottles and some amount of the proceeds go to breast cancer awareness. So apparently since drinking alcohol can increase your chances of breast cancer a lot of the foundations have decided to STOP accepting money from alcohol companies. I'm sorry-are you kidding me? So I did some research. In the past two years Mike's Hard Lemonade has given $500,000 to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. They started the campaign after loosing an employee to breast cancer. It's the Breast Cancer Network for Strength who has decided to stop accepting funds altogether, but this had made all the other funds feel forced to release press statements saying they don't condone the use of alcohol. I'm sorry. Did I miss something? Did we find a cure for breast cancer? Is this why we don't need donations anymore? I drink alcohol, does this mean they won't accept a personal donation? And what about big pharma? Do they conduct breast cancer research at all? Because I'm pretty sure they make birth control pills. And I'm pretty sure birth control pills can lead to an increased risk of breast cancer. So we should reject their research, right? Unacceptable.

Now for today's happier moment. I have new appreciation for Facebook after watching The Social Network. But more importantly I realized how much cooler I would be if I had gone to Harvard. By not going I automatically fell down the coolness ladder and it kind of sucks, because only going to Harvard could fix my declining cool status. Alas, life is not fair.

Side note: Sorry for any typos. I looked over this five times, but it's late and I can't afford an editor.

Clip Art is Lame, but a true Southerner is not.

So this is my first blog. I don't know what I'm supposed to do so I basically think I'm just going to complain and then discuss things I like. Complaining is not endearing, but if you're reading this I already complain to you-so this should be no different from your regular life. Also, I don't like to indent paragraphs. It looks dumb, this isn't being graded, so all my neurotic type A friends-get over it. Thanks. I'm kind of hoping randoms will start reading this and I can turn it into a book like they did with Julie and Julia and then Meryl Streep can be in the movie.

So today, while at a professional meeting a Power Point presentation was shown. This could lead me on a 20 minute ramble of my hatred for Power Point, but I won't digress mainly because I struggle to create Power Points and I know this is why I don't enjoy them. Anywho, this Power Point had Clip Art. Clip Art is l-a-m-e. Clip Art was the shit in 1995 when you had Windows 3.1 and we were all just excited to not be using typewriters. It has no place in the modern world. I can take a picture on my iPhone, load it to Facebook and then move it to a document in about 3 seconds (depending on my 3G availability of course). I do not need some weird stick figure riding a bicycle or whatever. This also goes for Clip Art words. The title of your presentation should not be written in some 72 point font with a shadowed background and words the color of a volcano as it progresses from the Earth's core to ash. Unacceptable. *Shout out for Robert Witcher* Comic Sans is a really, really pathetic font. Unless you are 12 and you are typing on your MySpace I don't wanna see that crap. This is a good time to point out that I will take requests for things you dislike and add them to my list.

Okay, so positive things. Today I listened to a guy talk with a bomb Southern accent. And I don't mean what you're thinking when you hear Southern accent. I mean like he should have played Robert E. Lee in Gettysburg. I didn't know this accent existed. I thought someone made it up. But it's real. So I kind of wanted to ask him if he had a son. And I kind of said that aloud, but it was discretely said so I think I'm in the clear.

Okay, this took a while. So I quit for tonight. Also, I Googled Clip Art. This is the kind of thing you SHOULD NOT put in your post:

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