Michael

My precious little godbaby. Ain't he a cutie?? He's about 1 1/2 in this picture.

Daniel and Cammie

I don't know which one is cuter, although Daniel gives better kisses!

My Boyfriend Is A Blonde

A long time ago, in Wal-mart, Daniel decided it would be fun to act like a retard. I mean, a real, clinical retard. He talked like Doofy on Scary Movie and everything. He even went as far as to call me "Cindy". Very loudly. He chased me around saying in a dopey voice things like "Cind...you wanna have sex? I know where it goes!" The last sentence ended up a popular quote which I remind him of quite alot. A bit more recently, I asked him, "So, where DOES it go?"
Daniel *with Doofy voice*: Your nose?
Me: No.
Daniel: Your eye?
Me: No.
Daniel: Your ear?
Me: No.
Daniel: MY ear?
Me: LOL


Ya. It was great.

Yesterday he was writing on me with a permanent marker. It a moment of brilliance, he figured out the answer to the question and wrote, for future reference, in a place you cannot see when I'm wearing a bathing suit, "Insert Here" with an arrow.........

Thoughts run through my head faster than lighting through the atmosphere. So fast that I don't know what they are. All I know is that they make my throat feel like its closing up. They make my eyes and nose fill up with moisture till they overflow and flood my face and the sleeve of my shirt which I use to cover my ugly face. No one looks good when they are bawling like there's no end. That's it. No more. Felicia will be home soon. Can't let her see me like this.No. Can't. My shoes, my coat...what pulls me to remember them I don't know. My keys, my phone...no..no one will call. I grab my notebook. The one that contains all my thoughts. Things I should really tear out and burn. Outside into the cold. Where to go...I haven't got a place. No niche where I can sit and think. Think and write. Write and release. Calm down. I sniffle and walk. Walk and shiver. Good thing I remembered my coat. And shoes. For some odd reason, I want to call Dias. For some reason, I think he would understand. Strange how you sometimes can find comfort only in strangers. I know so many who's lives are flinging poo at them left and right. Mine is handing me boxes of chocolates and fuzzy things, and I am still unhappy. Why? WHYWHYWHYWHY? I love my friends, I like my school, I LOVE my fiance. I love life. I can't think of one thing that brings me so much pain. So where does it come from? Not knowing scares me. Fear scares me. I freak out. When I freak out, nothing makes sense. It's all a blur and I'm lost. Please come find me. Please, take me home. Take me back to my house, my room, my bed, and bury me under alot of blankets and fuzzy animals. A cat would be nice. Play some Hal Ketchum and let me pretend I'm 7 years old. My gramma and Roo and Bug are with me, and my dad is telling me to clean my room. And I'm gonna listen this time...I have to go call my dad.

LECARNUM INFLAMARE

In our dorms, we aren't allowed to have candles in our rooms because they are afraid that we might start a fire.

However...there's no rules against lighters, or against hand sanitizer.


Did you know that the alcohol found in hand sanitizer and perfume is extremely flamable?

It's good time :)

Daniel, You Are My Sunshine

In 60-80 years, I will be dead. That is inevitable. Between now and then, I am "supossed to" complete schooling, get a job, become financailly stable, and blah blah blah. What for? No matter how successful you are, or which park bench you sleep on at night, you are still going to die. Maybe tomorow, maybe next century.
When I am feeling really down, I wonder what point there is in going through the motions of daily live, upsetting myself and others in the process and boring myself with the same old routine. "Life isn't fair." "Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to." "No pain, no gain." What's the point of hurting yourself emotoinally or physically for something that won't matter after your passing? What's the point in anything?
This life is just a game. We gain skill points. We collect pieces of paper and small coins which are believed to have some sort of monetary value. These objects are traded for other objects which are supossed to make us happy. We interact with the other players and decide whethere we like them and how we will treat them. We decieve, love, and hate each other, and in the end, it makes no difference. The game ends, whether we win or lose, and it is disputed whether or not there is a "Play Again?" option. But then, would you really want to? Depending my mood, I may or may not. Just like with a game, I get bored of life. When you are deep in a hole of dispare, you're not likely to see the light from the sun, and once you reach a certain depth, you stop looking for it.
But sometimes, the light comes looking for you. Whenever I go home for the weekend, my sunshine finds me. His name is Daniel, and without him, I would have nothing hopeful to think of during those dark, dark times which are occuring more and more often. The prospect of spending the rest of my days with him and raising beautiful children that are born of our love and that will live on after we are both gone, that is something that I WANT to do. I'm going to school so I can get a good job that I will enjoy, and therefore not get fired from, so that I can provide for my family. I am not doing it to win at the game of life, because, frankly, I never was very competetive.

I've A Question For You, Adam.

Why are moose called moose when they don't moo? Cows moo. Shouldn't cows be called "moose".

Ron/Harry

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter

unfortunately, I don't know who drew this picture, only that I didn't.

Lately, I have been oddly obsessed with the idea of Ron and Harry being...Well...Better friends than they are now. Before you try putting me back in my tree, I must point out that I am not alone in this. There are hundreds of fanfics detailing fantasies of this and other bizarre pairings from the books.

Notice, please that while I could have posted a very scandalous picture (trust there are a few) I chose this simple, innocent one. For any homophobes, the giddiness of puppy love illustrated in this picture either sickens or alludes completely. I personally think it is just so damn cute! Casually feeling that special someone wrap their arms around you from behind while you stand in mid breath, savoring the moment...Such a beautiful feeling, and I love that my two best friends can feel it with each other.

What's Your Problem?

I finally figured out what mine is.
I'm suffering from depression. And homesickness.

I am so tired of crying. I'm so tired of this constant feeling that everything I care about is slipping away, when I know it's not. I'm tired of riding this emotional rollercoaster alone. At school, I learned to disguise my sadness by masking it with anger. Instead of being an emotional mudpuddle, I am now an irritable bitch. I don't like making people mad at me, but what can I do? I don't feel comfortable talking to them about why I cry myself to sleep, or why I skip class so much.
At home, no one knows anything is wrong. This isn't because I hide it, because to be honest, trying to hide my feelings is like trying to hide the cuts on my wrist. I almost can when I try, but it's very suspicios, and the moment I let down my gaurd, they're completely visible, and difficult for me to explain. At home, I appear happy, because I truely am happy. I would rather be stuck in Daniel's house, fighting with him, then 2 hours away, missing him terribly. I would rather be at home, bored as hell, than here, surrounded by people. It is uber important that I finish college, but I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Me at school:
withdrawn
socially isolated
visibly irritated at the presence of other people
bitchy at people who are "intruding" on my life (which just means they knocked on my door or called without my permission)

Me at home:
social butterfly
talking to everyone
always laughing
acting stupid for laughs

Do you see the difference? I have nothing against my school, nor the people in it. To be honest, I love this place and I love my friends. But for some reason, lately I have been irritated at anyone who stops by, calls, or says "hi" without my prior consent. I cry a lot when I'm here. I feel like I have no one here to talk to. I mean, there's loads I can talk to about whatever, but feelings, emotions...There is no one who cares. I know this isn't true; Mal and Stacy both will listen, offer advise, and be great friends when I need them. Yet I push them away as well.

My Loyalty Will Lie With Those Who Care
In high school, I had loads of people I talked to on a regular basis. 90% of them said over and over that they would miss me after graduation, and that they were worried I would forget them. Only 3 people from my whole class care enough to keep in touch, and there are only a couple others from the whole damn school who occasionally send a phone message or an impersonal e-mail forward. I tried to keep in touch, giving everyone my cell number, my new e-mail address, this blog address...No one seems to care. Only when I send a lengthy e-mail to someone do I manage to get a couple lines in return. ITS PATHETIC! Don't forget the little people...fuck you. THEY DON'T REMEMBER ME.

My TRUE friends, who call me, who listen to my problems, and who I still care about, are:
Crystal
Tyler
Roy
Katie

For everyone else, after I get over the shock that you really DO read my blog on a regular basis, I would LOVE to get a note...Let me know how your doing, let me know how classes are going, anything. I need to know that you still care.

I'm sorry for laying all this on you. I'm just proud, because even though it is evident that I have a problem, at least I have identified it.

Harry Potter Obsession

**If you're wondering why this post keeps appearing at the top of the list, it's because I keep adding things to it.**

When Harry Potter first came into being, all the hype turned me off of it. Felicia fored me to watch The Sorcerer's Stone on night, and now I'm all but obsessed. Those of you who know me well understand that obsession is something I tend to refrain from (Ya freaking right!). There are several sites which list symptoms of Harry Potter Obsession, but I couldn't really find the ones I was looking for, and so I just made my own list. Keep in mind that all of these do apply to me:

You Might Be Obsessed With Harry Potter If:
*You skip class (on a regular basis) to watch/read HP
*You have a crush on one (or three) of the characters
*You have HP posters on your wall
*You see an owl two nights in a row and get anxious that he could have your letter from Hogwarts
*You think your school is Hogwarts
*You belong to Hogwarts Online
*You use a silly british accent just so you can sound like the characters
*You set your answering machine to say you can't come to the phone because spiders are making you tapdance
*You freak out because a guy at your school looks like Harry
*You are all bummed out because your DVD player doesn't work and you haven't seen a HP movie in a whole week
*You repeatedly have to remind yourself that HP is not real
*You attempt to use spells/charms in every day life (and get frustrated when they don't work)
*After a session of reading a HP book, you long to go hang out with your friends Harry, Ron, and Hermione. (And Draco ^*^sigh^*^)
*You feel ashamed when you find out that Lucious Malfoy is a Death Eater. He was your future father-in-law!
*When you go to a dance at your school, you more than once grab your cell phone, thinking that you will call Ron and Harry to come hang out with you.
*You fall asleep clutching your precious HP book with your "wand" laying near by.

*When you see the actors from the movie in other films, you think things like "Wow. I never knew Professor Lupin was an actor. Tomorow in Dark Arts I'll tell him that I saw him play in Gangster Number 1."

Female Brain Cell

Once upon a time there was a female brain cell which by mistake happened to end up in a man's head. She looked around nervously but it was all empty and quiet. "Hello?" she cried, but heard no answer.
"Is there anyone here?" she cried a little louder, but still no answer. Now the female brain cell started to feel alone and scared and yelled at the top of her voice," HELLO!!! IS THERE ANYONE HERE?"

Then she heard a very faint voice from far, far away: "We're down here..."

Senior Moments

Although I could definitely see me and my peers doing this one.

Three old guys are out walking.
First one says, "Windy, isn't it?"
Second one says, "No, its Thursday!"
Third one says, "So am I. Let's go get a beer."

Warning: Not For Those With Intelligence!

My friend found this, erm, video, at www.liquidgeneration.com
I must say that it is the most RIDIKULUS thing I have ever seen!!!!!! It's completely mental. Honestly! The blokes who came up with this must have been on some fucked up acid trip or something.

So I have provided you with the link. Enjoy. :)

Click Here For Ultimate Stupidity
Actually, I'd prefer you right-click and Open in a New Window to ensure that you are able to finish looking at my site :)

My Jackass Brother

This is my "brother", Tyler, at StorybookLand here in Aberdeen. He came up to visit me a couple months ago and he, Felicia, and I went to one of the few free things in town. If you haven't been there, it is basically a tribute to the great nursery rhymes and Disney classics we all know and love. There are statues, fun-houses, slides, and the large hill from "Jack and Jill" (which Felicia and I had a grand time rolling down). It was actually on that hill where he found his...ahh...ears.

Tisk tisk!! Taking advantage of poor Snow White. Don't you think she endures enough chauvinistic pig-ishness from the Dwarves? Honestly!!

I actually have another shot of him looking under Dorothy's (from The Wizard of Oz) skirt...

Here's another great shot of Tyler. All three of us had a blast with these cut-outs.

NEW AND IMPROVED

How can anything really be both? If it's new, it means there was nothing before it. If it's improved, it is an improvement of something before it.

In any case, I just spent a good 5 hours re-doing my tripod site. I added photos directly to the site, changed the layout, and added some of my poetry. PUH-PUH-PUH PLEEEEEZZZEEE go look at it, and let me know what you think!

Daniel And The Pile Of Ducks

I don't know if I ever mentioned the story behind this picture before on here...I know it's on my Tripod photo album, and the actual quote is on my Tripod site on the quotes page, though. Anyway, here's how it goes:


I was out shopping with Stacy when I get a call from Daniel. He had been out hunting and he had fallen through the ice. While I was worried about if he was OK and telling him how scared I would have been, he tells me that he was only pissed 'cuz when the ice cracked he scared up a "pile of ducks".

Can Your Hear Me Now?

Back home, adequate cell phone reception is a luxury. I am so grateful to be living in a bigger town that actually has towers. The unfortunate part is that all my friends back home are lacking service and so my conversations with them are still teeming with "Huh"? "What"?
Today, I actually made use of this situation. I was talking to Christina (she may have been talking back...I couldn't tell) and for some reason I started going off and saying weird shit like "Are you my conscience"? I heard some mumble of response clouded by excessive static and moments of complete silence. To this, I responded "You must be my conscience 'cuz you're really fuzzy and sometimes you disappear completely." I heard unmistakable bouts of laughter through the phone, and only then did I realize how terribly witty that was. *bows* Thank you. I'll be here all week.

Wasted Weekend

The first weekend after coming back to school turned out to be a three day weekend due to Martin Luther King Jr. Day. After a week full of homework assignments, the efficient scholar would have, of course, set out to do it all Friday and Saturday in order to have Sunday and Monday to enjoy at their leisure.
Not me. Felicia and I literally followed this schedule all three days:

10:00 am Wake up
Play Sims
12:00 pm Eat dinner in Student Center
1:00 Play Sims
5:00 Eat Supper
6:00 Play Sims
6:00 am Go to bed

(Notice the grueling 12 hours of strain on our finger ligaments due to the overload of mouse clicking. That's the mark of determination.)

For those of you who have never played, The Sims is a great game if you've ever dreamed of taking over the universe, or at least a small town. The actual idea is to get a job, get promotions, and build yourself up. You have to gain points in various areas of your personality as well as make friendships, in order to achieve greatness. With the discovery of the cheat code to give you unlimited funds, there is really no point in us following that route. Instead, we had fun making homosexual couples make out and sticking people into boxes with only a chair (which we eventually removed) and seeing how long they would survive. As far as the sexual mischief, it was greatly increased when Felicia discovered a download which allowed for much more "intimate relations." For the characters we actually planned on caring about, we created ourselves and our friends. I'm working on making a miniature Hogwarts. Of course, if I had the "Makin' Magic" expansion pack, that would be much easier.
Of course, we didn't spend the whole weekend drooling and staring at the screen. We also stapled, punctured, glued, and set ablaze everything we could get our hands on without getting up (including my towel, which I'm not too happy about). I actually have a burn on my hand because I lit a piece of masking tape on fire and when I hurriedly blew it out, it got me. I had the gluey stuff on my finger for awhile.
Speaking of masking tape...I was taping everything. I covered my computer, my desk drawer, my head, Stacy's wrist, and, eventually, the roll of tape, with tape. That last one was an attempt to keep me from wasting further resources. At one point before that, I was kicked out of my computer chair and took to writing out "Expecto Patronum!" on the side of my bed.
And after all that, I actually managed to get my homework done for my classes today!

Retarded Cows

A common misunderstanding, I'm sure......

....but I have recently been informed by Daniel that the government wants to close the border between the USA and Canada because the retarded cows keep coming to America (mad cow disease).

Oh boy....

Name Change

As you can tell, (if you pay attention), I have changed my name as well as the name of this site. The address is still the same though.

My name is now Sakura Malfoy *smile*

My Old Blog Site

Here is a blog I was keeping about a year or so ago. I completely forgot about it and it was pretty damn amusing, even for me, and I wrote it!! So anyway, go take a look at it.

www.petthechicken.blogspot.com

Alarm Cocks

Last night, at like 2 in the morning, Felicia was saying something about her alarm clock. However, in her sleepy speech, she left out the "l". Alarm cock. Hmmm...not an altogether bad idea.

Back to Hogwarts

Christmas break is over, and I am presently seated in front of my shitty old computer in room 304 of Northern State University. Or, as I like to call it, Hogwarts. The only reason I came back for the second semester was because I had somehow convinced myself it really was the famous wizarding school. Classes start tomorow, and I am sooo not ready. I still have all my stuff out in my car, as does Felicia (in her car, mind you) and I have to prepare my bookbag for tomorow's scheduel. I also have to make me a nice little scheduel so that I may actually go to my classes this time around. Despite my many late turn-ins of major assignments and my absense from nearly all classes the last couple weeks of school, I managed to pull off two C's and three A's. Everyone back home was so damn proud of me. I was just happy I passed the two I did worst in. Anyhow, I will shortly be starting up a new line-up of new, and more challenging, classes. Damn...I'm gonna actually have to try now!!

Maybe He Ought To See A Mechanic...

My fiance is so very odd. Like a week or so ago, we were laying there in bed and, after a time in which I thought he was sleeping, he said, in sort of a disoriented sort of way, "I can't find my keys, my drive shaft is broken, and I can't fix anything." I figured that he was just waking up from a dream, and talking nonsense, so I just kinda laughed at him and and was like "What?" He repeated the sentence again, more convincingly this time, almost exasperated. "Hunny, I think you need to go back to sleep." I told him. "No, I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom." he said, jumping up.

Days later, I brought that night up to him again, hoping he would explain the dream that brought him to say such things in the middle of the night. Instead, he simple repeated it once more, looking as though he thought me dense to not have understood the first time. "But you weren't in a car. You were laying in bed!" I exclaimed. "Well, ya...That was my first predicament."

A couple days ago, as we were driving past a pasture containing several cows, he showed his brilliance again. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure that we were passing a pasture containing cows. That is my assumption. With Daniel, though, who knows. Anyway, following the sight of the cows, presumably, he says "You know what, if I was a cow...Well you know how they can't feel electric fences very much, like its only a tingle to them, well if I was a cow, I'd slap my dick up on the fence and be like ooooooohhhh moooooooo moooooooo ahhhhhhh moooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! And then, if you were a cow, too, you could say 'Yup, that's my boyfriend getting' off on the electric fence."

Hot Squirrells

Ok, so Felicia and I were in Taco Johns, and the sauce packets have little sayings on them. One of them says "How many of these do you already have in your glove box?" Well, the last time that we were there, she had taken a good 15 or so of them, so I showed it to her with a smile. She's like "I used to have a bunch of them in my glove box, but something ate them." I'm like "What did?" She's like "Oh this squirrel, it climbed up through the engine and somehow got into my glovebox and it ate all my hot sauce."

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!

Do You Believe That Forks Evolved From Spoons?

Yes, I do. The reason is this. Evolution results from necessity, and while spoons were very good at scooping things, they were not so good at spearing, and as humans developed the sport of spearing fish, the need arose for tableware that suited the new fad. That is why we now have forks. Spoons were not, however replaced, as they still serve a purpose not met by forks. You cannot eat soup with a fork. That is why the spoon population remains undiminished. Each utensil serves its own great purpose, and the two are able to coexist peacefully.

There are a few things in life which I have learned you should never take for granted. It is so easy for us to become accustomed to things we experience every day. And to no longer realize its worth. This is unfortunate, as we learn too late the values of life, love, and friendship.

Life

This morning, I arrived home from work and received a message from a very upset sounding Crystal. Worried as hell, I called her back to see what was up. I found out that two of my friends had been in a bad car accident, and that they were in the hospital. Not knowing anything more than that was the worst part, although I have to say that it was much easier on me to find out the details after knowing that they were alive, and that although they weren't the most comfortable they had ever been, they would be alright. All I can say is that someone was looking out for them, and I thank Them with everything I have.

Terry is someone you never can forget, even when you want to. There is a reason that I fell for him in the first place, and no matter how hard I tried to push him out of my memories, I knew all along it was a lost cause. A guy like that doesn't come around very often, and I can see why God didn't want to take him from the world just yet. He has been an important part in a lot of peoples lives. He taught me a few things, and when you spend months thinking about something, you aren't likely to forget it. Anyway, needless to say, I was a mess while I was waiting to hear about his condition. All day, I felt a heavy weight on my chest. There was no way that he would leave us. He couldn't. He just couldn't. What would I do without my Tonto? What would Crystal do? You cannot imagine the way my heart soared when Crystal informed me that he was sitting next to her in the car and they were on their way home. It was one of the best feelings in the world, going from being terrified to estaticly relieved. I was able to talk to him on the phone, and although in our conversation I didn't even come close to expressing how I felt at that moment, I was able to breath easy again.

Jon, well I can't say I know him very well, but I can assure you that getting to know him is a journey I am excited to take. He had it in for me since last year, and at that time, I thought he was an ass, to be honest. But when we managed to achieve civilized conversation, I realized that I quite like him when he isn't shouting obscenities and unjustified death threats at me. He is a lot like me, and I am amazed that I can be myself around him and know he will accept me. I accept him too, and I think he is a great guy who doesn't get the appreciation or acknowledgement he deserves. I hope that everything works out for him as well, and I will be thinking about him a lot in the next few days, I guarantee.

Never take life for granted, because you never know when your time is up. Never take anyone for granted, for the same is true of them. Don't waste your time being angry at someone, because if you were to find out that they died, and the last words you said to them were "I hate you", how would you feel? On the contrary, always make a point to let your loved ones know how you feel. Let them know that even when you disapprove of their actions, even when they let you down, you still love them. Don't assume that they know, because no matter how sure you are, it's always nice to hear.

To all my friends...I love you and I don't know what I would do without you. Even the ones I don't keep in touch with, even the ones I haven't spoken to in years, even those who are out of my live completely, every one of you has made some sort of positive contribution to my life. Each of you is specail to me, and don't ever feel like no one cares about you.

Tyler, you are my "brother". You have been there for me so many times. You made senior year awesome. It means so much that you stay in touch, as many do not.

Tammy, I really miss our stupid little jokes and the like. School would have been quite alot more boring had you not been there.

Crystal, I hope I don't have to tell you all the ways you have helped me, or I will be here all "knight". Haha...OK that was lame. Seriously, I can't believe all the fights we have been through, and for some reason, we still like each other. I don't get it, but it works, and I'm so very glad.

Terry, you have no idea what you have taught me, and no idea what it means to me to have you back in my life again. I know this is ridiculoius, but if you hadn't made it through today, I would want more than anything to be right there with you where ever you ended up, and I wouldn't say that about many people. In fact, I can only think of one other, and I think you know who he is.

Go Check It Out!!! Recently Undated A LOT!!!!!

When I first posted the link to my site, I neglected the fact that tripod does not publish automatically after each change is made, so if you looked at it, it probably sucked. But I have just now re-published it, adn it seems to be in good working order, so I urge you to go look around.

http://sakura-aeris.tripod.com/

The other day, I was talking to Daniel on msn messenger and he had asked me why I loved him, so I asked him why he loved me. He responded with an emoticon of a snail. I'm like "Snail???" He's like "What? Is that a bad reason?"

Ya, it was so cute. :)

D'oh! Ya Got Me!

Just a bit ago, Felicia told me some disturbing news about somethng she had told someone regarding what I said about them. Hope that didn't confuse you...anyway, in an effort to get her back I pretended to call her crush, and she "shot" me for it. Now, I'm all for realism, so I fell down. Or should I say, I cleared a spot on the floor, carefully got down, first on one knee, then both, then laid down on the floor, strategically placing my head on a pillow. As she sat there laughing at me, I exclaimed, with sincerity, "What? You don't want me to get hurt, do ya?"

Got to Agree With You, (You Know Who You Are When You Read This)

A friend of mine recently added a post that really got me going. To sum it up, she is being accused of cheating because she is friends with her ex-boyfriend. I am not going to get all into that, because you can go find her post if it's that important to you. www.smacksonsaturn.blogspot.com. Anyway, I just wanted to make the comment (like I could ever make just one) that it is totally unfair how guys and girls who hang out are automatically assumed to be more than friends. This especially causes a problem when one or both of them are involved in a relationship, and even more when they used to date each other. No matter the circumstance, allow me to state that it is entirely possible for a male and female to be friends, even flirt, without it going any farther.

Before I get myself into trouble, I'd better make it clear that I am not only talking about the situation at hand, so the people involved had better not hold anything against me, because its their fault if they think I am talking about them. I may or not be...This situation happens a lot, to a lot of people, and I have several examples flowing through my head at this very moment.

While I was in high school, I was evidently dating a lot of guys that I hadn't realized I was seeing. Amazing what you learn about yourself when you allow your ears to hear a bit of gossip. It's great. And it happens to nearly everyone. People evidently have nothing better to do with their time than nose in other people's business. I have adopted philosophy that I don't care what people do. If it isn't affecting me directly, I just don't give a fuck. Even if I completely disagree with it, even if I think they are being totally hypocritical, I normally try not to say much. No one is going to please everyone all the time. I know I've done things that pissed people off. I can guarantee you I felt bad about it, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't do it again. I know that sounds horrible, but sometimes, no matter what choice you make, it's going to hurt someone that you would rather not hurt. Life isn't perfect. Everyone has to deal with that fact. Yes, it completely sucks. But there isn't much you can do about it.

So anyway, it seems to me that over the years I have run across several people who don't think that a boy and girl can be just friends. It also seems to me that many, not all, but many, of those people are the ones who themselves have a hard time being just friends with someone of the opposite gender. Just because you end up messing around with most of your male friends doesn't mean other girls do, and it certainly doesn't put you in the position to criticize. I know I'm getting an evil look as I type this so let me add for the person so rudely reading over my shoulder that, as previously mentioned, I don't care what you do. It don't hurt me none. Just don't hate others for it just 'cuz it ain't you.

Those Poor Children!!

I was looking at www.babynames.com (don't ask why) and anyway, there is a database of like 6,500 names from every nationality in the world (maybe?) so anyway, I thought I would start by looking at only the "American" ones. I soon reconsidered. You see, most of the names we use in America came from other countries, and the ones that are truly American are the ones which have been invented right here at home. I now understand why we borrow names from other areas of the world. They are obviously much better at the art of naming. Allow me to explain. A name which, as a nickname, may be fine (although that could be disputed) is Pooky. Many others sound more like adjectives describing the person, rather than a name to appear on a birth certificate include, among others, Blue, Red, Teal, Brilliant, Content, Early, Happy, Lucky, Modesty, Obedience, Unity, and Trapper. Objects are also being used, for example, Butterfly, Cinnamon, Denim, Dragon, and Stone. A few other names that I don't know where the fuck they came from include Mystery, Nature, Rangle, Starbuck, Velvet, Welcome, Wind, Infinity, Ireland, and Minor.

I saved for last the very funniest one I found. This one makes me crack up terribly every time I think of it. I feel so sorry for the child who has to answer to the name Moon-Unit.

Who's That Pretty Girl In That Mirror There?

If you haven't ever seen my dad, imagine a large man in his 60's with crazy grey-black hair sticking out every which way wearing a t-shirt with a dragon screenprint on the front and a pair of bright yellow windbreaker pants. Now try to imagine him fluttering his hands near his shoulders while singing in a high pitched "I feel preetttyyyy, oh so preetttyyy!" The best part is that he then looked at me and asked, completely seriously "What comes next? Something about being gay..."

Spaghetti Feathers

Felicia and I went to the store today to buy Spaghetti O's and when we got home, were very anxious to eat them. Make note of the fact that our cans were of the variety with chopped up pieces of hotdogs. As I sat there dispensing the tomatoey goods into my mouth, I made the disastrous mistake of skimming over the ingredients list. If you don't know what hotdogs consist of, I feel it's in your best interest to not look into it."Mechanically separated chicken" I read out loud, to which Felicia responded with an explanation. "They thrown the chicken into a machine that takes out all bones and feathers and stuff." This lead us into a vividly disturbing conversation about whether or not we would be able to notice a finely chopped piece that was overlooked during processing. Needless to say, this resulted in my upchuck reflexes being in overdrive for the next 30 minutes or so. So anyway, fast forward a few hours later. We are sitting in our room getting ready to watch a movie when she spots a furry mass on the floor. "Is that hair?" she askes. "No," I say " It's a feather from your fucking Spaghetti O's!!"

To make it even better, I had been considering eating my other can of Spaghetti O's. I reconsidered for a moment before realizing that the remaining can had meatballs, not chopped up hotdogs. "There's no chicken in beef, right?" I ask. Derrr. Why do I get the feeling that I'm never gonna live this one down?

Freaky Dream

I just had to type up this dream, 'cuz it scared the shit out of me:

I was somewhere, with someone, doing something (pardon me for being a little vague on the details, I don't remember it very well) when I received word, from a call, I'm assuming, that there was a bomb headed toward us. I remember thinking to myself "I knew it...Ever since I saw that show years ago about the Bible codes, and they said there would be a nuclear war in the years 2004 and 2006, I knew this would happen. I could just see it getting closer and closer as the media reported on this and that. As the year came to a close, I was comforted with the fact of knowing it had been wrong, but shit, here it comes." So anyway, I head off in my car to Watertown, apparently the nearest bomb shelter. I wanted so badly to call Daniel's house and let them know about it, but I think I was afraid they either wouldn't believe me, or that they were already on their way and that if they had to pause to answer the phone, it would be too late. In any case, I didn't call anyone. Instead I just drove off, following a herd of other cars headed that way. The road was very icy, and so we were traveling at a rather slow rate. Somewhere along the journey, I saw a bit of orange out of the corner of my eye, and glancing to the right of me at the sky I saw a brilliant ball of fire heading towards the ground. It didn't appear to be moving all that fast, yet the fact remains that it wasn't there before, and now it was, therefore it must have been moving rather quickly. As the guy ahead of me picked up speed, I floored it and off we went. For some reason, I was thinking that if I used my feet to scoot the car, it would go faster as well as have better traction on the ground (flinstone mobile, perhaps?). Eventually, I got to the shelter where everyone else seemed to be having a good time. I vaguely recall a sense of safety like there was nothing more to worry about. I awoke at this point, and so I'm not sure what happened to the world. As I said, this dream scared the shit out of me. End of the world dreams generally do.

RIP Froggies Who Never Existed

Back a month or so ago, maybe longer, my roomate and I decided that since we couldn't bring my hamster or her snowdog to stay with us, that we would buy a couple betas. These are very pretty fish who can't get along with each other. Each of us later invested (or rather I did...in fact, I bought everything) in two African Dwarf Frogs, one for each beta. Frogs were not fish, technically, and therefore not allowed in the dorms, so only our friends knew we had them, thus the title of this blog. They got along fine, which is why it is most unfortunate that they are both dead now. Kermie was found upside-down on Sunday and Darius went out Tuesday.

"Darius"
"Ya?"
"There's a goblin sneaking up on you."
"So?"
"Just saying..."

Well, he killed you, fuckhead, so you'd better care!!!!!!

*sniff*

Ponderings of One Depressed Muggle

I realize, as I sit here amongst my things in my dorm room, that I have no life. I go from day to day with no purpose, no meaning. I am irritated at everyone, every thing. I no longer attend my classes. They are of no use to me. College is just tests and essays, the time between merely filler. As long as I get them done and show up to hand them in, that's all that matters. Of course, the problem of procrastination has made even that a little stressful. Luckily, I have managed it well so far, making perfect marks on all my essays and speeches, despite the fact they were prepared the night before and/or the morning of. When I think about it, college is much different than high school. I have prepared a little chart for you as a visual:

High School
7 straight hours of learning fun
same 6 or so classes daily
one predecided meal each day
study halls must be spent studying, or at least being quiet
a no-show to class provokes a call home
daily homework leading up to test



College
a couple scattered classes each day
each class only meets two or three times a week
a variety of foods similar to those in your favorite restaurants
time between classes can be spent however you like
professors hardly notice if you're absent
tests and essays are the only grades

I much prefer how college works to high school's regimen. However, I think I am becoming dearly homesick. I'm not sure what my problem is, but whenever I'm here, I feel agitated and depressed. When I go home, even when I'm bored or unhappy, it feels better than being here. My friends up here are great, so its not their fault. I must just be homesick. I dunno...I really miss all the people I talked to in high school. I barely see any of them anymore, although they make as little effort to keep in touch as I do. I miss not knowing what's going on back home, too. Over thanksgiving and over my birthday, I went home and I instantly fell back in to the state of mind I was in 6 months ago. It didn't seem as though I had ever left. It saddens me to know that our comfort zone is still there, without me, with the inhabitants not even realizing how precious it it.

For the last week I have been so confused and depressed. I don't know who all reads this, so I wont get into detail, but ya, it sucks. I think I really need Christmas vacation to stay home and be with all my old friends, and then I will feel better...but then I won't want to come back here. This fucking sucks. In some ways I love being here, but in others I dont. I was happy at first, because I didnt have to worry about everything going on at home (by that I mean with all my old friends). I was here, starting over, and I could make a new group of friends, a new life. And at first, when I went home, I missed mycollege people. But now, I'm jsut annoyed. I'm remembering everything about home in a positive light now, and I desperately want to be a part of the next chapter. At the same time, though, being a part of it also means getting pulled down by the bad things, and it's nice to be able to escape that part. If only there were some way to be a part of both and ignore both simultaniously. But I'm pretty sure that's not posible, and I'm pretty sure that I have way too much more to say to type it all, so I am just going to quit right now.

I No Longer Have To Worry About Getting Pulled Over While Driving Around Aberdeen

The whole damn police department is on campus!!


Geez...I go home for the weekend at miss all the excitement. I'm not talking about a bangin party or a good movie showing. I'm not talking about anything that is good in any way. Early Monday morning, the body of the German proffessor was found in his office, a gun shot wound in his neck. Not alot of details are known/released as of now, but I think it's pretty freakin crazy. When I saw that the building was all taped off with law enforcement all around, I thought, "What the hell...was there a fire?" But then I saw Derek and he's like "No, somebody got killed." I had a hard time believing him at first, but low and behold, it was the truth. Scarey fucking shit, man. I know I saw the victim at least once in my weeks on campus, and if I could just go back to then and warn him...

Not A Good Sign...

You know how people say "It's OK to talk to yourself, but when you have to ask yourself 'what', that's a bad sign"?

I was talking to Mallory yesterday, and I heard me say something, but I wasn't really listening. So I had to ask Mallory what I said.

DERRR!!!

Who Let The Dogs Out (of jail)?

You won't believe it, but the "law enforcement officials" have struck again. Felicia's dog was "arrested" for running around in Mowbridge. Her parent's had to go "bail" him out with $50. Isn't that crazy!!

May The Force Be With You

So today, me and Felicia went out and bought lightsabers. They are super cool, dude! They feature real sounds from the movie. We were running around by the Student Center fighting. That's not to say we were any good, just that we were waving them around in the air in the general direction of the other person. We kept hitting each other's fingers. At one point, she screamed "Owww! You hit my finger you stupid Jedi!" Something I just can't see Darth Vader saying....
...Another interesting element was that we were kissing each other's boo-boos. Can you really see that happening in the movie??

Ok...last night I was talking to my friend about how on my Tripod website I have a list of my various disorders. She's like "If you have a list, that's not a good sign." So today, I was telling Felicia about that, and I started to tell her about the "disorders". Here I go:

Me: I have paranoia, short-term memory loss, an attention deficit...I didn't put ADD 'cuz it's only sometimes. Did I say paranoia already?
Felicia: Ya
Me: OK, so that, short-term memory loss (I start laughing at how ironic it is that I forgot that I said paranoia already right before I said I had a bad memory. I laugh for several seconds before I realize that I had also already said "short-term memory loss" a few seonds before. )

Hypocrite Christians

I really hate these people. The ones who go to church, dress like grannies, and think music is a sin. Even if they aren't convinced that people who wear skirts above the knee or use rough language are the spawns of Satan, a few people I know really need to settle down.
I've told you about Shawnna. She is a perfect example of a Hypocrite Christian. She thinks she is such a good little girl; she doesn't swear, doesn't show her midriff, she opposes alcohol and pre-marital sex, and she goes to church on Sundays. Her and her mother get along great. They share the same views and beliefs on everything. She only listens to music that would never have a parental advisory sticker. She is involved in ice-skating, works at Wal-Mart, and loves fluffy animals and Tigger (haha bitch I said Tigger!!! Are you gonna cry now??). Sounds like a wonderful young lady.
WRONG!! She, like many other "wonderful young ladies", is a hypocrite Christian. She gossips, usually about her cousin (who I have to agree sounds like a bitch). She doesn't gossip so much in the sense of "Did you hear about so-and-so. Now don't tell anyone I told you!" It's more like she judges people on things she hears and/or assumes (another huge character flaw) and then tries to pursued others to think that way. Likewise, if she is told some irrelevant piece of info from a greatly bias source, she takes it as the word of God himself and twists it around in her mind, over-analyizing every detail until it sounds just horrible. She then passes her belief on to anyone and everyone and if they don't agree with her, then she cannot be around them, for they are bad people.
Don't get me wrong, I encourage free thinking and expressing individual opinions. What I strongly oppose is those who scorn at those who are a little different from them and do all in their power to create a band of people who oppose them because they "aren't good clean Christians". How Christian is it to make hasty judgments about people you have never talked to and say untrue things about them in an attempt to ruin their reputation? (Please see "Why Shawnna is A bitch" for more information on this example.)

With the presidential debates heating up, our government class has been talking a lot about gay marriage. You don't even want to bring things like that up in there. This hardcore Christian lady gets very wound up about everything. Absolutely everything is a reason for her top press her religious beliefs on us. I'm very glad that she is so sure in her faith. A lot of people seem ashamed to talk about Jesus when not in church, so I have to give her props for that. However, she starts hollering about stuff that doesn't even pertain to what the Professor is teaching. We are there to learn about government, not her interpretation of the Bible.
How can anyone who is such a "Good Christian" sit there and say that gay people are going to hell and they need to repent for their sins and blah blah blah? I personally know that I don't wish to have a sexual relationship with, nor marry, another female. If someone else wants to, far be it from me to tell them they can't. I have never been gay, therefore I do not know if it is a choice or not. Perhaps some "homosexuals" are confusing the love they feel for a friend of the same gender for the kind they might one day feel for someone of the opposite. It's impossible to know what love is until you feel it for real. Of course, maybe they really are attracted to the same gender, and rightly so. I don't know. I have never felt that way. But I worry about me. I don't waste my energy worrying about if someone else is going to hell. God will decide that. It's not my problem. I pride myself on having an open mind and being very accepting of different views and ways of life. Sure, there are things in society that I don't agree with, and as a result, I don't practice them. I don't scream down people's throat if they do.
One argument that annoys the shit out of me is "If God wanted homosexuality, it would have been Adam and Steve." Excuse me, but where would that have gotten us? They can't have kids! He did what was best for the sake of populating the Earth. And anyway, he only made two people. That doesn't mean that was the only choices. That's like saying that the first Cow he made was white, and so all the rest of the cows should be white also. The brown ones, or the ones with spots...They aren't real cows. I understand that is a appearance thing, and homosexuality isn't/ the point I'm trying to make is that there is a large variety of things on this planet, and they are not all exactly as they were at the time of creation. Different kinds have came about from one central kind.
***Let me make one final note. I admit, I have not read the entire Bible, I do not know what it says on homosexuality, and I'm sure there are many interpretations of whatever it says. DO NOT let yourself be so stuck on a small part of what I say. The idea of this post is that people who think they are so 'pure' yet they are close-minded hypocrites who refuse to respect their fellow man (or woman) are not so "good" in my opinion. Ruining a strangers reputation, to me, seems a lot worse than what one may do in their personal time.

I Got A Joke For Ya

Q. Why is South Dakota so windy??

A. Because Montana blows and Minnesota sucks!!!!

Won't The Real Slim Shady Please Stand Up?

As I set here, trying to work on (start thinking about) an essay that is due tomorow at 2:00, I am constantly distracted by a fellow student of mine. All I know about him is that he works in the cafeteria and hangs out with a chick who has really awesome hot pink hair. I also know that he looks like Eminem. It might just be my imagination twisting what I see into what I want to see (who wouldn't want to see Eminem on the way to class?). However, Felicia agrees with me. In fact, I think she was the one who pointed it out to me a couple days ago. I honestly think the only thing that makes him look like Em is that he has naturally dark hair, and has it cut short and bleached blonde. He has brown eyes, long eyelashes and full eyebrows. Pretty nice. But anyway, I have other things to blog, and so I will get on with them now.

What The Hell Is Going On In There?!

Today in English, we were watching Pleasantville. If you've never seen it, there is this part where the mother is in the bathtub. She has just discovered an orgasm. And she is doing it rather loudly. As we all either stiffle giggles or set with our jaws on the table, note that the volume is pretty loud and the door is wide open, some dude sticks his head into the room and starts looking around. I can imagine what was going on in his mind! "What the hell are they doing in there???"

Grrr

Fuckers fuckers fuckers. I hate it here. I want to go home. I want Daniel, and Michael, and Crystal, and all the little kids that run around in Lake Norden. I want to fight with Kyle, and drink with Wendy, and pretend to be interested in Kenny's video games. I want to clean my room, my real room, in my house. I want to dread cleaning bathrooms at the nursing home. I want to sweat through an annoying bus ride back to Hayti, walk home, flop on the couch, and watch Aurthor and Cyber Chase. I want my daddy, and my hamster, and to sit on the steps outside my back door, and just know I'm home. I'm sick of movies at 11:00 pm, being quiet when I get up in the morning, not having my own computer, and all these happy fuckin people.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes I love it here. But right now, I just wanna go home.

Freakin' B! There's an A in here!!

I swear, there are more bees in Aberdeen than there are Koreans. And there's more by the minute. Bees, not Koreans. And they keep showing up in my room. Again, I'm talking about the bees. This morning, I woke up to find one staring at me. Unfortunatly not a Korean. I hate bees. I have always been scared of them. I was starting to be OK coexisting with them on campus, but not in my freaking room!!!! I was running around in a towel yesterday trying to find someone to kill two of them for me, then later Mallory killed one, and today Rose and I shut Felicia in there with one and she got him stuck in the light fixture. Freakin' A. Bees suck.

Damn

That frickin' ring sucker is still blinking. In the trash...The candy is gone. Its still blinking. Blink. Blink. Blink.

I Got A Fishy! Fishy Fishy Fishy!

Room 304 of Kramer Hall is now the home of two male bettas who moved in just last night. The white, elusive one with strokes of bluish-purple goes by the name Rory, and is owned by my roommate, Felicia. My slimy friend (oh dear that sounds bad) is a dark blue color mixed with a little black, and goes by the name Akira. YAY PETS!!
You see, my hamster and Felicia's dog are not allowed, and so we have several fake pets, ranging from virtual images (neopets) to a marionette "dog" to plush dogs. While strolling around Wal-mart (our favorite place to shop), we came across a large display of Bettas and decided that since fish were the only pets allowed, we needed some. We suffered from pet withdrawals. We suffer no more.
I'm beginning to think that maybe we should have done some research on the care of these particular animals. I already learned that we were to gradually introduce them to there new water. Well I just kinda dumped them in. Actually, Rory jumped in. Just about missed the container! Akira didn't really want to go in, but seems OK now. Rory is really paranoid, while Akira's like "ya whatever man". Pretty cool fish.
After studying the proper way to care for a betta, we will (hopefully) enjoy them for the rest of the year at least. I'll let you know how it goes.

It's Sooooo Preeeetttyyyyy

I got this Ring Pop sucker from Wal-mart. It was 50 cents. it is heart shaped and it glows. Its awesome. It makes me happy...

Oh Dear...

You have not lived until you have experienced your speech teacher illustrating for you her spring break, during which she hooked up with some random guy that she never saw again. On the beach. Nude. Completely naked. Having sex. Your speech teacher. Telling you how wild she was when she was younger. And that she lived across the street from an airport. She had sex in some wild places. *will never look at her in the same way again*

Back Home For Homecoming

I went back to my hometown this last weekend for homecoming. It was just like old times. Sort of. Freezing my ass off while walking around the football field parking lot looking for people to talk to was all the same. Damn nachos got cold before I even took a bite. Wasted. Grr. The cool part was that all these people I saw every day in High School ran up to me and gave me hugs. I felt so special. Like a celebrity almost. Let me rewind a bit to before the game. I was so stoked that Tyler came over. He was at my house before I was. Lol. God I missed him. He's like my brother dude. Maggie could even tell, after like five minutes of seeing us together, that we were either married or siblings. It was great. So ya, at the game, I got to hang out with some kids that I missed a lot when I was away. The greatest thing was getting to hang out with Isaac. He is the cutest little kid I've ever seen. I know I shouldn't play favorites, but when I was doing teacher's aide in Pre-K, he was my favorite by a longshot. Always busy, talkative, and rambunctious. But very cute. Big brown eyes, a blonde mass of curls on his head. I love that kid. And he's so bright, too. You wouldn't think so, seeing as to how he doesn't seem to listen in class, but he is a very good logical thinker, and can read as good as most 1st graders.
Well enough praising my baby. The dance was fun. Since I was no longer in high school, I didn't give a shit what anyone thought of my dancing. I let it all hang out, and I had a great time. I then realized that everyone else was too. It was great. And they played better music than at the NSU homecoming dance! It was totally worth the two hour drive to come back for that night. I got to see good friends, reunite with ones I'd all but forgotten, and make a couple new acquaintances. Almost makes up for the disaster that happened Friday afternoon. (not going to post on it, as it is a personal matter for a friend of mine). So, ya, it was a good time.

Better Them Than Me!

Someone got pulled over by campus last night. One cop pulled them over, then an unmarked cop came, and there was a big cluster of cars sitting there for almost a half hour. Me and Rose were sitting there watching. I still don't know who it was though. You know what the best part of the whole thing was? IT WASN'T ME!!

Haha

A magician was driving down the road, then he turned into a driveway...


get it?? ok...it's not funny...hahahahaha

Naughty Girl

One of the cutest things in life is seeing your twenty-two year old brother-in-law (to be) dancing around like a stripper while singing, in a high pitched voice, "Tonight I'll be your naughty girl."

This occurrence actually took place some months back, however it will remain with me 'til the end of time.

Happiness Sponge

Here is a quote from Felicia, about Mallory.

"You're like, the happiness sponge. We all just squeeze you and get some happy juice." - Felicia

I will make no further comments.

This Is Getting So Monotonous

OK, so the last time that I got stopped by the cops, I vowed that I would never drive anywhere again. Then I said to myself "If I ever get stopped when I'm walking, I'm definitely gonna think that they are after me."

Guess what?

Me, Rose, ShaVonne, and Mallory were at Melgaurd Park late tonight. It's kind of "our place". So anyway, we look up and see the cops driving around on the other side of the park. We were like "Dude, they're spotlighting!" so then we decided it was definitely time to leave. We were almost to the road when they park and say, over the intercom, "Can you guys come over here please?" Rose is like "I didn't do it!" (thinking, of course, that they wouldn't hear her). They did. The guy's like "OK." so we go over there and are asked (several times) if we had been drinking. Apparently they park closes at 11:00pm. Oops. Our bad. We didn't know that. They wanted to see some kind of ID, and luckily, we all had our student ID cards with us! Then Mallory is doing most of the talking, and she's giggling and stuttering (which is probably why they had a hard time believing we were all sober). So then, driver was like "Do you know Ryan." Ryan just happens to be our (hot) RA. So anyway, they had to call the school and verify that we were students. Then they let us go, ordering us to "Go to the dorm, and tell Ryan hi for me." So we came back here, and I rushed to the computer to type this all up. Sorry this post isn't as well structured as most, but it's late, and I still can't find Ryan.

The Right To Keep And Bear Arms

My friend Mallory and I decided it would be uber cool to go out and buy some Nerf guns and run around campus playing commando. It turned out that she just wanted to stand there and shoot the rubber tipped foam darts and the door of our dorm. I wanted desperately to go out and ambush some poor unsuspecting stranger, when suddenly, Jay and some other Korean dude walked by. I ran up to them, hiding behind tiny trees, pretending like I didn't think they saw me. I got right up next to them (I never have been good at long range targeting) and attempted to shoot Jay. Nothing happened. I had forgotten to cock the gun. "Oops. Hold on a minute." I said, as I prepared my weapon for fire. "OK. There we go." And I shoot (and miss).
I didn't even get what was so funny until I thought about someone in war aiming and making themselves known to the enemy only to ask them to stand still while they get their gun ready to shoot them. Freakin moron!

A little later, Rose and I ran around and actually did try shooting rabbits (and each other). I saw Jay again and he seemed really interested in our toys. Me and him ran around for a bit shooting each other. I tell you what, I think he looks like Jackie Chan when he's just, you know, existing. But when he's jumping, running, and darting around, and telling you to surrender, it's like "holy crap, dude!" I felt like I was in Rush Hour or something. It was funny too, because when I shot him the first time, I was like "I shot Jackie Chan!!" Hehehe.

The Constiwhat?

Yesterday I was reading the online material for my American Gov't class. Now you must understand that my gov't class tends to consist of early morning coffee and heated debates about religion, abortion, gay marriage, and other exciting and controversial issues. You can imagine my surprise when the page loaded and I read the topic of the article and found it to be "The Constitution". I turned to Mallory and ask in an exasperated voice: "What the hell does The Constitution have to do with government?" The sad thing: I wasn't being sarcastic.

What I Learned In School

Biology Survey: Long necked unicorns and short necked unicorns don't "fit together".
Biology Lab: You may develop worms if you lay your sandwich on a table with weasel poop.
English: A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.
Jewish men dance funny, even when they are sober, but more so when they are drunk.
The opposite of harmony is china in a trash can falling down the stairs at 3:00 am.
How to avoid a hangover
Gov't: It is possible for people with mental problems to circulate in the mainstream society, seemingly unnoticed.


Random Quotes From Various Professors:

"Let me show you another way to have sex" - Dr. Tallman (Bio Survey)
"You can have an intimate relationship with a horse. All you need is for the horse to stand still. You might need a stool." - Dr. Blanchard ( Gov't)
"Where there's an opening, one can pass through." - Dr. Blanchard ( Gov't)
"Massechussettes? Where the hell is that?" - Dr. Blanchard (Gov't)

Anyone Want A Car?

Those of you who read my previous post know about my magnetic attraction to police cars. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more monotonous, I come outside to find my car has been ticketed by NSU staff. A double fine, one for parking at a slant, one for being (partway) in a no parking spot. See, the reason it was parked so carelessly was that I had loaded some things up to take home, and had never moved the car. Anyway, Kevin seemed pretty impressed by the fact that I have a car. I think that I should just give it to him. It costs me too much money!

Cop Magnet

OK. So, it's 9:45 pm and I'm trying to get back to the dorms before it gets too late. After driving for 2 hours, I'm a little (lot) impatient. When I see Aberdeen right there, it was like, calling to me. You're almost home. You're almost home. It beckoned me. Increasing my speed, I came closer and closer to my destination. It felt so good, yet I was still so far away. The closer I got, the slower I seemed to be going. I looked down to see that I was traveling at a whopping 100 miles per hour. At night. In the dark. EEKKK!! How silly is it that in the day time, when I can see deer and cops, I tend to only allow myself to go 75 at the most, but at night, when a deer on a motorcycle could hit me and pull me over before I knew what happened, I am exceeding the posted speed limit by 35!!
"Freakin' A!!" I look in my rearveiw mirror, to see the scariest thing in my life. A cop in hot pursuit of....Me!! Unless you have experienced it, you do not know the feeling of seeing flashing lights in your mirror. Its like, taking a bite of an apple to see half a worm left while bouncing down a marble staircase on your head when you have a migriane. Not fun.
So, anyway, ten minutes later, when I got back in my car, I had now, in my possession, a ticket for Brown County, complete with my name, car, and descriptions of us both. There was a line at the bottom where I had signed, promising to appear in court. AHHHHHH!!!!! I called Daniel when I got to my room. Needless to say I wasn't about to whip out my phone while driving!
After a restless night, and a week in which I managed to forget about what happened, I made my way to the brown county courthouse. The dude who gave me directions was awesome. To get the full effect, imagine Crush from Finding Nemo narrating in the following dialogue:

Me: Do you know how to get to the courthouse?

Crush: Whoa!! Do I ever!! Which part do you need to go to?

Me: I have to go to court for some traffic thing.

Crush: Well then you need to go to the police station.

Me: Do you know where that is?

Crush: Oh yeah! I've been to them both lots of times. You go right down this highway for 5 blocks, ok. Then, you turn and go right for 2 blocks. Then you're gonna see the police station, or the "municipal building". You wanna go to the top floor to the magistrate court. Now you have two choices. You can use the stairs or the elevator.

Me: *smiling* OK. Thanks!

Crush: Good luck man!

So, I got where I was going, and after sitting for way to freaking long, was made to pay a fine of $119 dollars, by Oct 27th, and also to complete 5 hours of community service. Christina just cannot believe that me, of all people, had to go to court. Lots of our friends have been there, but they are like, pot smoking alcoholics with kleptomania. I'm just a good little girl, with good grades and a nice boyfriend. Pretty damned ironic, if you ask me. Anyway, so I calmed down, and its all over. No more worrying.

Except for the fact that I suffer from paranoia. Every time I saw a cop, or heard a siren, or anything like that, I would freak out. It was not cool. By last night though, I had started to calm down a little bit. So I was brave enough to venture out on the streets after dark again. On the way back from Walmart, where I insisted we go only to find I didn't have my checkbook, Felicia decides she wants to go to McDonald's, and so I pull in. a cop comes from the other direction and pulls in behind me. As jumpy as I was, I wasn't even the first one to notice. But then I was thinking "Wouldn't it be just my luck for her to pull me over?" So on goes the lights. The lights, nooooo....Not the lights again!!!!!!Good thing I had 4 good friends in the car or I would have had a complex. Turns out that she stopped me for only having my parking lights on instead of my headlights (I hadn't turned the knob far enough.) Not so bad. But freaking A! It's like they are after me!!!! I would start walking everywhere, but a couple of my friends got pulled over when they were walking! Damn college students!

Dude, Where's My Car?

At 18 years, I regret to say that I am feeling the effects of aging that everyone is always talking about. Getting old is not an overnight phenomenon, however. I can remember years ago, I tried convincing my dad that I needed to take "one-A-Day" vitamins that were supposed to improve your memory. I think he said I could if I felt I needed it. I dunno. I forgot. But it's sounding pretty good right now. Things have gone from bad to worse. I feel I am getting dumber by the minute. Even my friends have noticed. First, it was the all too common "where's my purse?" "where's my keys?". It then progressed to "Dude, where's my car?", "What class am I going to?", "Where is it?", "What time does it start?", "What was I doing?", and "Why did I come here?" Not all that horrible, you say. What about sitting down at the table, laying my keys on the table, then, not 2 minutes later, looking all over hell for them. How about getting up from a nice comfy spot to go look for something that I suddenly needed, only to find it right next to where I had originally been perched (thus the reason I was reminded that I needed it). Or lending my phone to someone, only to see them using it a couple minutes later, and be reminded of the fact that "Hey, I have a phone too! Where the hell is it?"Or going to the post office with the letter I need to mail in my hand, only to arrive there, set it down on the dash of the car, enter the building, look around, and wonder "what was I gonna do?". And the thing is, I don't just have these memory lapses on occasion. Its several during a single hour. I'm sure it amuses my friends. Hell, it amuses me. For instance, yesterday at lunch, I glanced around the cafeteria, and, in doing so, saw this guy, Joseph. I turned to my friend Amy and commented on how often I see him. I then turned back to where he was and saw that the guy there was not him. I, with much difficulty, sputtered and babbled to cover my mistake. About ten minutes later, I realize that it had been Joseph after all. When I turned and saw the wrong guy, it was because I was looking at the wrong spot. How freaking retarded do you have to be for that? It doesn't sound that bad, actually. Even Amy probably doesn't realize how retarded I felt. Only I know. It was funny though. Very funny!
Seriously though, if I don't do something about this, I'm going to have a horrible time in the future. I will set down my son, forget where I put him, forget what I was doing, leave the house, forget where I live, and go to Joseph's house and let him cook me pizza. Do you see my point?

Maybe The Radio Waves Do Affect Brain Performance

On my cell phone, there is a line of display that can be personalized. Many people chose to put their name or nickname in this space. Mine currently says "Dardy's Phone". I was trying to think of something more original when it hit me. I will put my number (meaning the cell number, the only way to get ahold of me) on there so that if the phone ever gets lost, and they don't know who "Dardy" is, they can just call me.

I don't know who is dumber; me, or me.

Ed Edd N Eddie All Grown Up!!

This afternoon, my fiance and I were watching Ed Edd N Eddie when we (for whatever reason) started imagining what each character would most likely be like in 20 or so years (if cartoon characters aged, that is). Here is what we came up with.

Edd (Double D) - Double D will grow up to be an invented or sorts, making tons of money (in a legitimate fashion). However, he will remain single for the rest of his life, not having any idea how to have a relationship with a girl. In fact, this first time a girl touches him in a sexual manner, he will blurt out "Oh dear. I seem to have soiled my underpants!"

Ed - Lovable Ed will find his niche out in the woods, in a log cabin miles from civilization. His only companions will be 6 cats, 2 goats, a sheep, and several chickens.

Eddie - This mischievous munchkin will knock some chick up and be forced to work for a living in a jawbreaker factory, where he is repeatedly suspended for consuming the merchandise.

Jimmy - Sarah's best little buddy finally comes out of the closet at age 27. Come on. We all say it coming.

Kevin - Kev will work in a motorcycle repair shop while his wife, Nas, works as a supermodel.

Nas - Marries Kevin, and works at a top notch modeling agency.

Ralph - Ralphy boy will marry, and of course, educate his offsprings in the ways of the Old Country. Sadly, the kids will be sentence to a school career of ridicule.

Sarah - Miss Loudmouth will end up working as a live in maid/ childcare provider in a small norwegian village.

LINKS

In case you missed it last time, here are a couple of other blogs you should check out!

http://www.drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com

http://www.smacksonsaturn.blogspot.com

Jackie Chan

There is this guy at my school that looks much like a younger, thinner version of Jackie Chan. After a week or so of secretly refering to him as "Jackie", we (Felicia and I) finally went up to him and asked him if he was aware of the resemblance. He was well aware of it, as many people had told him so. He laughed about it and then told us that his name was Jay. (He is Korean, and Jay is the American name he goes by.) Before we talked to him, we had come up with a rather amussing antecdote. In order to fully understand the humor in this, you must imagine Jackie/Jay talking in his accent.

Imagine you are having sex with him. You feel the urge to cry out his name, but realize you do not know it. when you ask him, he replies with kuie dlapthhh (or an equally unpronouncable name).
You: Can I just call you Jackie?
Jackie/Jay: Who Jackie??
You: Jackie Chan
Jackie/Jay: Who Jackie Chan??

Erm...

"Two half brains are better than one!"
Felicia

I'm So Glad That God Doesn't Have ADD.

Have you ever gotten like, this great idea? I mean, a super cool, awesome, uber off the wall plan. You made a list off all the supplies you would need. You begged, borrowed, and stealed to get it all together. Then you put your plan into action, only to get halfway through then become increasingly bored of it. You leave it there, half finished, until the urge strikes you to go back to it. What if God was like that. He was all hypered up about making this rock into a place suitable for living things which he would guide through this thing called existence. Then, he got distracted. He suddenly was reminded of the fact that he had piles of dirty laundry to do, friends who he had, over the years, lost touch with, and, Oh Me! I've left the stove on!! So he leaves us here to fend for ourselves until he gets bored and desperate enough to come back.
I pray that never happens. That would totally suck! So in conclusion, I say "Be crazy. Be loud. Be absolutely and completely wacked out. Be uber entertaining so that He doesn't ever get bored of us!"

What If Life Were Just A Video Game?

I love to play The Sims. I love to make them get jobs, keep them, and raise enough money to make a super cool house so they can invite all their friends over until 2:00 am and then get up for work in the morning (since they have no weekend...). But I got too thinking..."Do my characters know they are in a video game? Do they honestly think that they are living freely, dependent on only their own freewill?'' How sad would it be to find out that we, too, are in existence for the mere purpose of entertaining some 32 year old who still lives with his parents and relies on our success because he cannot achieve his own?
If we are, in fact, living in a game console, does that mean our "money" is the "points", and we trade them in for "life elixer" (food and drink)? Where are the magic beans and the mushrooms that make you shrink? And why is it that we cannot jump 7 times our own height, or fall from the same distance and not get hurt? Perhaps if we hit the "Z" button just before landing, we could leap off of the world trade center and only lose one heart container of life. The big question, though, is how come, when things get too difficult for us and we don't know what to do next, we can't just "save" and go look up the cheats on the good old web?

New For Nintendo Gamecube **

Last night, while watching the movie "Fahrenheit 9-11", I got this crazy idea. A video game based on the events of September 11th! Just think of it. "Play as both sides in the war on terrorism through 7 levels of roleplaying entertainment as you relive the actual events."

Possible titles: "Terrorist 101" and "9-11; The Game''.
Objectives:
Level 1- Attempt to successfully bridge the gap between the CIA and the FBI in order to unveil the threat and prevent the attack.
Level 2 - Despite your efforts, an attack is underway. Switch sides and make it on the plane before it leaves the ground.
Level 3 - Successfully hijack the plane.
Level 4 - Locate the World Trade Center and guide the plane on a crash course. Jump out before you reach the building.
Level 5 - Switch back to America as you act as a firefighters, trying your best to put out the fire and save as many lives as you can.
Level 6 - Try to avoid being drafted
Level 7 - Fight to the death overseas, dropping bombs and shooting civilians. Bonus points for hitting the bad guys.
BONUS LEVEL - Search high and low for Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden.

**This game came out of my imagination and is not really avaliable anywhere.

Would You Like Fries With That?

While participating in a rather unusual discussion with my friend/ my friend's boss/ my kids mom, we learned some disturbing information. She, as well as her mother, have had sex in various places of their restaurant. Later on, we got to thinking, what if the following scenario were to actually take place...

Waitress: Hello sir. What can I get for you?
Customer: I'd like a hamburger and a chocolate shake.
Waitress: I'm sorry sir, but we are out of hamburger patties. There are more down back, but I can't go back there right now. My boss is having sex. Would you like something else instead?
Customer (quite surprised): No, I really wanted a hamburger.
Waitress: Well, OK. I'll see what I can do.
Waitress hesitantly goes to the back room in search of hamburger patties. In her quest, she finds her boss and a guy in the middle of something. Upon seeing the waitress, they instantly separate.
Waitress: Excuse me, but would you like some fries with that ass?
Blushing, the guy turns to her.
Waitress: Oh dear, you look like you need to be supersized!

Chicken VS Egg Question Answered!

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?? The world may never know. However, I don't see what makes it such a difficult question. You would think that of all the philosophers and priests out there, someone would have came up with the answer. But no. Leave it to me to be the voice of reason!

Obviously the chicken came first. If God created all creatures, one male and one female, why would he have created an egg, with no one to care for it?? People say "the chicken couldn't have come first because it would have needed an egg to hatch from" NO IT DIDN'T!!!!! DID ADAM AND EVE NEED A MOTHER TO BE BORN FROM????NO. SAME FOR THE CHICKEN. GOD MADE A MALE AND A FEMALE CHICKEN. ANYONE WANNA ARGUE WITH ME??

My Buddy

My best bud here (whom I'm sure I'll be mentioning a lot) is an extroverted geek named Felicia (Connie, Felicity, Paula, Jessica, or whatever the fuck else I call her...). Rather than talk about her on here (seeing as to how I don't know her that well yet), I will direct you to her site.

www.alwayshappy.net

so, check it out!

Blah

My tummy hurts so freakin bad right now. I think it's half gas and half Kevin. The gas is self explanatory- we've all been there. But Kevin, I'd like not to explain too much. But basically, he's this really attractive Korean guy that goes to my school, and I was all school-girl giggly over him a couple times and my friend now has me convinced that he (Kevin) thinks I'm a psychotic stalker and that he will avoid at all costs. I tried to console myself by telling me that he has never saw me be all giggly, and furthermore has only seen me like 3 times, and so I highly doubt he thinks anything of the sort. He probably has no idea that I think about him in that way. I am sure he has forgotten my name already, and assumes I've done the same. (forgotten my name...?)
However, as I explained to my friend only an hour or two ago, my confidence is uber fragile and I am easily put into the state of mind that I am inferior, pointless, and basically just taking up space. And so I sit, vowing to never mention his name again, and to never allow my eyes to gaze upon his handsome face, just to prove to him (and my friend) that I am not obsessed. I honestly want to cry right now, but it's like, have you ever felt like you had no purpose, nothing you did mattered, and you wanted to cry, but then thought what's the point. Even my tears have no purpose. They aren't going to change anything, except make everyone know how insecure I am.
Well, I'm down in the computer room right now. I got up and left when my friends weren't looking, and they are probably wondering where I went (actually, they probably just took my purse and left) but anyway, the second Lord Of The Rings movie will be starting soon, so I'm gonna head back upstairs.

Why Shawnna is a BITCH

You may recall previous blogs in which I mentioned a girl whom I referred to as "Itzall Aboutme". I will now give her a name. It is Shawnna Marie Singrey, aka "Bitter Drama Queen in Desperate Need of a Reality Check". here is a list summarizing her personality defects:

1) the whole world is expected to revolve around her
2) she is a HUGE hypocrite
3) she finds the idea that she possesses a fault to be unthinkable
4) she is a bigger drama queen than me
5) the ability to let go of the past is beyond her reach
6) she is mentally incapable of coming to the realization that shit happens

Here's the story of how I lost one of my best friend:

Somewhere in the middle of my senior year, my friend Tyler told me that he and Shawnna had broken up. He needed some time to think. OK, no problem. I totally understood where he was coming from. I had recently came to the same decision in my current relationship. Well it was about that time that Shawnna, who was also a good friend of mine, stopped calling me/ returning my calls. I could feel us drifting apart, while at the same time I grew closer and closer to Tyler. At school we were inseparable. After awhile, Tyler began seeing another girl. I, thinking of Shawnna's delicate feelings, did not think it appropriate to mention this new girlfriend, thinking that was probably the last thing she would want to hear about, and so on the rare occasions that I spoke with her, I said nothing about it. Well, Tyler moved on to yet another girlfriend (whom he is still with and couldn't be happier), and Shawnna started tocompletely avoid me all together. She was downright rude to me whenever we happened to see each other. I didn't know what was going on, but decided that if she couldn't even come talk to me about whatever her problem with me was, I wasn't going to dwell on it. After all, I had other, better friends. Friends who told me when something was up, called me just to talk, and didn't treat me like a roach infestation.
Well, after a few months of this nonsense, I got uber curious and called her up, vowing to act as though nothing were wrong. After a minute or two of awkward small talk, she began her 1 1/2 hour long bitch session about how horrible of a person Tyler was for "cheating" on her and what a horrible friend I was for "not telling" her. First of all, he told me they were broken up. If that was a lie, how was I to know? If she had been talking to me back then, perhaps I would have caught on to the fact that as far as she knew, they were still together. Also, if she had been talking to me, something about his new girl may have slipped from my lips and she would have thought "hold up, what new girl? We are still together.'' But no. Try as I did, she had all but given up all contact with me. That was her bad, not mine. Anyway, she ripped me a new one for "aiding in the conspiracy" and would not believe me when I tried telling her my side of the story. She was so sure that she was right. I guess when you do nothing but over-analyze something for months on end, you can convince yourself of anything, and as stubborn as she is, she isn't going to change her way of thinking by any means short of mind control. The killer is that she even tried to accuse ME of being another of the girls he "cheated" with! I guess that was aided by the previously mentioned fact that we hung out a lot, however, there was nothing going on between us. But evidently she had little spies at school watching him like a hawk, and however bias their reports were, their word was treated like that of God.
her spies also had their opinions of his new girlfriend, who I happen to think as an awesome person. They called her a trashy slut who "puts out to all the boys" and "dresses like a skank". This girl is anything but trashy, and despises those who are. To my knowledge, at the time of these statements she was a full blooded virgin, and her attire was more tomboyish than skanky. Sadly, the spies were of the sort who find anyone not of their strict religion to be the spawns of Satan, and thus did not portray her in a very flattering light. She is not a "rebel' or an "outcast". She merely dances to the beat of her own drum, which basically means that she does not dress in the most expensive fashions or participate in every offered sport in an effort to gain popularity. I see this avoidance of falling into the cookie-cutter, stereotypical high school girl mold as an excellent quality. Other see it as a sin as horrid as rap music and television.
now the fact that I am *gasp* friends with this girl, and still *gasp, sputter* friends with Tyler was reason enough for Shawnna to deem me a horrible person. When we got off the phone that night, I thought that, perhaps, things would blow over and we could possibly be friends again, though I doubted we would ever be as close as the year before. However, when she still did not call me, or make any effort whatsoever to be hospitable, I said fuck it. She is going to die a bitter old hag with no friends, and I frankly don't give a crap. So today when I was going through the checkout at Wal-Mart, I see that she is the cashier. I do not speak one word to her outside of "is today the 6th?" and she says nothing but the normal "did you find everything you needed today?" and "your total is $4.16." I am about to walk out to my car when she says to me
"You know, I've been thinking, and your story just doesn't jive. I'm pretty sure you knew about everything since December'.
I look at her and go "I told you the truth, but if you don't want to believe me, that's your problem, and I really don't care if you don't talk to me anymore."
"OK. I just thought I should tell you that."
"Fine with me. I have other friends who realize that the world doesn't revolve around them, shit happens, and that you can't blame your problems on everyone else"
"Me too."
"Good. I hope everything works out for you. Have a nice day." I say with a smile and walk off

As I exited the building, I strongly wished that a) I knew which car was hers and b) there were no security cameras in the parking lot.

Where Have All My Homies Gone?

Last year, it seemed as though going to college meant leaving the large group of "siblings", friends, and acquaintances I had acquired since 6th grade. I tried to talk to everyone I could, as much as I could, before graduation. I knew that, as usual, I wouldn't see many of them during the summer, and that this time, I would not have the sense of security in knowing that we would be reunited in the fall. Instead, in the search for belonging in college, I would have to cling to the few I knew, whether I had ever talked to them in high school or not. It was a very scary thought!
Sadly, my goal of spending precious last minutes on the phone, staying up late, watching movies, and just being dumb with my friends was a battle I was trying to win alone. It seemed that no one really cared that I would be leaving them in the fall. Not even Tyler, or Christina, who were supposed to be my best friends. I know that Tyler has a girlfriend, and that he was trying very hard to spend a lot of time with her, as I was with Daniel. But when she went to Nevada for I don't even know how many weeks, it wasn't until she was on her way back that I even knew she was gone. If nothing else, I thought that maybe in a desperate search for company in the absence of his other half, he may have stooped so low as to call his BEST FRIEND to say "hey, what's up." at very least. But alas! No such luck for me. (I'm sorry Tyler, if you're offended by this sudden outburst. I still love you, but it did hurt my feelings). And Christina. Well, I know she was planning to come with me, and so I didn't let it bother me when she preferred to hang out with everyone else over me and rarely wanted to come to my house. After all, we were going to be spending the next NINE MONTHS together. I totally understood that she would see plenty of me and little of anyone else. The only reason this bothers me now is because I wonder if she actually did plan to spend nine months here with me. After all, she told her boss that she was going to a different school weeks before she told me that she was having second thoughts about our original plans. hmmm

Anyway, as it has been, the only people who call me are Katie (she's been addicted to calling me since middle school) and Stuart. When I call others, they talk and stuff, but its just not the same. Even Christina, who looked positively crushed when I left, handed the phone over to someone else after not even 5 minutes. I know that this is what happens when you move, but that doesn't mean I like it. Just because friends drift away doesn't mean that I can't try to hang on a little longer. It just seems that many of them favor going alone with the tide.

Wedding Bells Are Ringing

OK, so not yet. But, on Saturday, August 28th, Daniel popped to question!! You have no freaking idea how happy I am!!!! Here's how it happened:

We had got done moving the stuff into my dorm, and we went to the mall in Aberdeen. Sometimes he will ask me to go look in a jewelry store and point out some rings I like, because when he gets one, he wants it to be one I will like, and he has no idea what I like. SO anyway, we looked, and I fell in love with this diamond solitaire. Well the lady asked if I wanted to see it out of the case, and I said no, and we left. A while later, when we passed to store again, he asked if I was sure that I didn't wanna look at it closer. I said that doing that would just make me want it. He looked at me all serious and said "what makes you think I wont buy it for you" I just kinda acted like I didn't get what he meant, and wandered into a different store. He brought me back into the jewelry store, and told me to ask the lady to let me see it. She started showing us all kinds of rings, ones with matching wedding bands, ones without, yellow gold, silver gold, 1/4 caret, 1/8 caret, grade f, grade e, all this stuff. And I was like WHOA BUDDY. In the end, I still preferred the one I had my eye on from the beginning, but it was like $625, so I thought that there was no way I was getting it, at least not any time soon. After all, Daniel had already told me that he would not ask me until he knew how being 2 hours apart was going to affect our relationship. But, he did buy it. He wouldn't let me wear it yet, though, or even hold it. He said that he was not going to give it to me yet. I was glad I had not allowed myself to get my hopes up. But that night, as we were going to bed, he looked in my eyes and said "I have always wanted to show you how much I love you, but I didn't know how, but now I do. Darci, will you marry me?" I told myself I wasn't gonna cry, but I did.

It's so odd, I was so worked up about going to college that I would practically throw up, and suddenly, it was OK. Scary, new, but OK. Because I knew that Daniel would be there for me when I came back.

Did Ya Miss Me??

Here it is, the first of September, and I am finally able to access the internet again. I don't have a computer in my room yet, as it needs to be fixed (still). I also do not have a roommate in my room. Christina, you see, decided that she was not coming. I will leave it at that. Had I been able to get on here when I first found out about her change in plans, I would have surely had my signature ranting post, but I have a had three weeks to cool down, and I think I am good.

Today is the second day of classes. I missed 90% of one because I sat through the wrong bio class for 40 minutes before she finally took role and I realized I didn't belong there. It was OK, though, because from the 5 minutes I spent in the right one, I decided that I like the one I am in much much better. When I walked in to the HUGE freakin room, the teacher was talking about aliens, and then went on to tell us that we made a stupid ass deal with mother nature, trading immortality for sex. "Those of us who don't have sex are therefore immortal." My bad...

So that is why I like that class. The reason I didn't like the other one (besides the fact that you practically have to sit on each other's laps) is because of a guy named Cole. He looked nice, so I was happy when he sat by me. I'm not lookin for a fuck buddy or anything, I just meant that opposed to a midget with greasy ringlets, he seemed a damn nice neighbor. Anyway, he began talking to the pretty girls by us, and blew me off when I tried talking with them. He then proceeded to attempt to impress Barbie and Barbie 2 by telling them about his football career and shit like that. I hate snobby guys. They are almost worse then snotty girls. You expect good looking girls to be snobby.

Speaking of good looking girls (no, I'm not harboring any same-sex tendencies), I made a friend on Monday. Her name is Melissa. Her daughter, Lexy, is so cute!!! Anyway, Melissa and her mom are both students here (her mom's a freshie, like me!) and anyway I hit it off great with both of them. I got to go around campus with them, around town, and back to their house, where I met "not Melissa's boyfriend", John. Anyway, it was a good time.

Last night, I got invited to a volleyball game by one of the RA's on my floor, but ended up ditching them (like they cared) and going off with a couple other girls. I am so happy that I am actually making friends! And it's only the third day!

Anyway, that's what's been happening since I got here (as if anyone actually gives a shit, Stuart and Katie are the only people who call me). I have one more piece of EXCITING news, but I will save that for another post (which I'm sure you've read already because the newest posts are at the top, and most people start reading from the top).