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Not really about wasps in anyway. Although, wasp is a totally awesome word to say.
I don't really have much to say. Other than my dad got me totally awesome speakers for my laptop.
This was a check to make sure that I still remembered the password for the account. It seems that I do.
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 Crushed melons. |
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Spanish commentators are so adorable. They pretend like everyone pass is going to make a goal and then yell gol about nine million times with such precision and enthusiasm when someone finally makes a goal. They also have this tendency to talk about the most random things ever. The British player Grouch comes on to the field as replacement and they can not stop talking about him. First they speculate on why he is wearing full sleeves and then proceed to talk about his lankiness and how his mother must feed him a lot. My sister: I can't wait for the part. Me: What part? My sister: The end. Me: The end? My sister: Yeah. They all take off their t-shirts. It's kind of nice and hot. Me: .... I didn't think I'd ever be able to post again because I'd forgotten both my username and password.
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College Life
Politics are extremely depressing.
I got invited to a "no clothes" themed party. Too bad that none of the guys going are hot, available, or gay. Not that I'm gay. But, free shows? Why should I say no to such God sent stuff.
James expressly forbade me to go to such a party. I said, "I'm semi-naked now. My roomie is completely naked." He tried to change the subject by talking about the snow. So, I told him that lesbianism was the thing to do nowadays. He was not happy.
I'm going around feeling disconnected from life, surroundings, and my family. I've also decided that rhyme schemes suck assmar.
The entire senate thinks I'm a cynicist because I made a bitter comment while at the podium and it didn't help my image at all. Not that I care anymore. I just eat coconut and condensed milk chocolate chip bars for dinner now.
I have too many meal swipes left on my card and no way to get rid of them. I might just buy vast amounts of liquids and consume that stuff oer the weekend.
I don't want to be a lawyer, which, according to my law professor, doesn't matter. The evil man is making us analyze cases and talk about case precedents. I hate life more now.
I got to listen to a delightfully original Irish accent and drooled all over the hot guy's shiny black foot. Most people don't take kindly to me scratching all over their legs. Katie is so patient with me. I miss her already.
My roommate thinks it funny that I constantly need guys to stalk and have crushes on.
New victim is cute and funny and doesn't mind admitting to his weakness. Yay for math review sessions.
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I got a new hair cut and signed my virginity away.
Had a weird dream where I was at my cousin's wedding and making out with my husband's brother, also known as my brother-in-law, behind a pillar. My other cousin was watching us the entire time.
I've decided that the dream can count as my first official wet dream ever.
Feel like I've finally hit puberty. |
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I figured that I should update you all about my recent condom escapade.
So, my floor is doing a secret santa thing. And, it's really awesome and stuff.
My secret santa (and the rest of floor knows how little I know about straight sex and the female body). So, guess what I get?
THREE FLAVORED CONDOMS!!!
That's right. You know you're jealous.
I got banana, strawberry, and orange flavors. The condoms are lubricated and bubbly and have a weird shape.
So, then we're hanging out and I'm weirded out by how much the condoms look like hair bands. And then, someone comes up with the brilliant idea that I need to put a condom on a banana or something and isn't it funny how one of the girls has a real banana lying around? Oh, and did I know that my RA has a chocolate flavored (really expensive condom) lying about in his room that he wants me to use as practice. And, I should probably wait until the girls get their cameras, right?
I swear, they had this all planned out before hand.
So, I get the condom out and start freaking out becuase it is so obviously lubricated for Christ's sake and, did I know that I had to pinch the top? No, so now I have to restart. And, damn, but it sucks assmar.
So, I start freaking out again half-way through and back away like the damn banana was about to attack me, which totally was. But, I get the deed done, hold the banana up triumphantly and leave it on my floormate's bed (said floormate was out somewhere). He comes back, and tells me, that I didn't pinch enough for the reservoir.
So, thats my condom story. (They want me to use the pictures for my new-to-be-opened face book account).
Here's my clitoris story. We had to read an article on monkey sex and the word showed up and I asked my roommate who got our floor nursing major. She drew me a lovely picture and the guys told me that it was the female equivalent of the penis and I freaked out because I didn't know I had a penis and why hasn't anyone ever told me that the rectum is different from the anus?
And, by the way, don't ever google it. Graph vaginas are not pretty.
Hmm...thats my sex-ed so far. I don't know who my secret santa is and I'm stilling getting two more gifts.
Thats all. If more happens, I'll let you guys know.
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Your Deadly Sins Pride: 40% Gluttony: 20% Lust: 20% Wrath: 20% Envy: 0% Greed: 0% Sloth: 0% Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14% You will die of malnutrition, after the Olson twins make dying of malnutrition trendy. So, go take the quiz. Good to know that I have Pride, and wrath. Fear me! Mwhahahahaha. Although, I think the lust factor is off. It should have percentage category all to itself. Hmm... http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/
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Lightening has struck me. I have been inspired. What the ever crap you want to call it.
I am finally updating after some two months? Well, since before I left for college.
Hm...college is okay. Not my thing though. Well, UMass hasn't been my thing. But, I think I'm finally figuring it out.
Besides, who am I to complain if my Calculus professor has the hottest Bristish accent ever.
I mean, whats a girl got to bitch about right? And, guess what? His
last name is Bush. Its like two birds with one stone. Well, more like
three. Bush, a nerdy math professor with glasses (who can recite all of
the "To be or not to be" soliloquy without pause in the middle of class
and connect to partial fraction integration), and he has a hot British
accent. Totally okay with that.
He knows me really well by now.
Not like that. Unfortunately. But, I've said, "your mom's spacious" to
him. He knows that I think that my math buddy's "Mom is England, which is fuckable"
and considering the fact that he is British....Well, you can do the
math. (Wow, bad pun without even trying). My ex-Calc T.A (for a class
of eighteen kids) is Japanese, has a girl friend with whom he likes
to makeout with in the graduate lounge where I like to nap. Fun. He
(and the rest of the Calculus class) know that I'm pretty weird and
sketchy, have an obsession with wanting to screw England and old wooden
doors, and will be writing a song with my math buddy in the near
future. The song will be called "Your Mom" and shall become an instant
hit.
My Calc Professor knows that my most favorite come backs are "Because
you touch yourself at night" and "Sucks to your assmar." He also knows
that my math buddy can only utter come backs that are grammatically
correct. Everyone in the class, including the T.A and the Professor,
have seen my awe-inspiring stick art cartooon of our class. Did I
mention that they were awed by it?
Oh, yes. The entire calculus class thinks that I'm lesbian because my
orientation buddy (who watches anime, was relatively unsketchy and
unhorny until I came along) waved to me so flirtatiously and
suggestively that even I was taken back. My T.A smirked knowingly at
me after she left. What the hell. Not like I'll correct it or anything. Its amusing
for the time being at any rate.
And, despite what it sounds like, I do not spend my entire life in
calculus class. Unfortunately. Oh yes. The verdict from my Calculus
professor is "No apple juice before math class."
I'm not quite sure what he thinks of me.
I saw a dead squirrel the other day. Its eyes were blue and bluging.
The mouth was gaping and there was blood everywhere. I held up the
traffic because I had to find a stick and poke at it. That only made
the poor thing twitch. I had to leave it though because somebody beeped
at me. When I came back, it was gone.
I've also discovered that I suck writing haikus. Example: My hat was
cat/For he was also a mat. And, then life was like/Blah and so you have a mike.
That was a bad poem even for me. I also am not good at analyzing poems like James is.
People smoke outside my window all the time. So, I've resorted to
dumping water out the window and on them. It might get me in trouble
some time later on. I don't know.
I believe that I will be going to a multi-classical and jazz
band/ensemble/accapella concert tonight. Totally psyched. Of course,
life would be better if I found some body to go with. Damn. Need to
work on that.
Oh, I skipped astronomy the other day. Took a nap. It was amazing. Your
mom is amazing. Sucks to your assmar. Because you touch yourself at
night.
That is all I have for you folks.
Hmmm.....Words of Wisdom for the Great Me (who is writing her own
version of the Bible so that I can become the Pope of Eastern Europe):
It is a sin for real people to be fuckable. An absolute sin I tell ye.
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Current Music: |
Your mom | |
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Supid box that won't disappear no matter what I do.....
Here are the quiz results by the way. In case people care. Oh, and I have the worst cold ever.
You have:
47% SCIENTIFIC INTUITION and
70% EMOTIONAL INTUITION
Well, there is a reason that I'm not going to be majoring in science.
Intuition 2-Space.
above average on emotional intuition and about average on scientific intuition.
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You scored higher than 10% on Scientific |
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You scored higher than 63% on Interpersonal |
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I have a new, beautiful, most wonderful, hot laptop.
And it is ALL mine. MINE, MINE, MINE!
(It brings out the possessive side in me) .
So hot.
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I had a dream with Lily in it.
I also had a dream with James as a rich old guy and he was marrying a beautiful young woman.
I am very traumatized.
Linder, got me addicted to the quiz thingy. So, I'll do your name if
you want and I'll do Linder's version because it is funner. There will be some changes.
Here are the questions.
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about
you.
2. I'll tell you who your ideal historical mate is.
3. I'll tell you what your best seduction method is.
4. I'll say something that only
makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6.
I'll tell you what you should do as a career.
7. I'll ask you something that
I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this
on your journal. Or I'll spread weird rumors about you and whipped cream.
My bonus.
9. I'll
tell you what your best 'need to have sex' location is.
Mine is so R-rated. Damn.
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My roommate is anal retentive and a family friend of one of my mom's friend.
She likes to dance and follows routines and wants to marry her dog. (I told her about Oliver the cat).
She also is more concerned with paperwork and getting that out of way and is actually mindful of important stuff. She doesn't seem like a party-person and was the editor of her newspaper in school.
Aren't I lucky? |
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I shall update in purple because I want to. Not that anyone actually asked or what not. But, its the principle of it all.
First order of business.
| You are |
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Now, for a different color.
Second thing that I need to update is Linder's stuff. Here goes.
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what dead composer you are.
3. I'll pick a spectacular and flamboyant death for you.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what you should do as a career.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. Or I'll slander you name and submit falsehoods about you to The Onion.
Katie Bonus (if Christine gets one, so do I!):
9. I'll tell you your deepest, darkest, most sordid desire.
Her answers.
1. I watched "Les Choristes" on the airplane ride home, and it seems like I've become a pedophile too, because the blond singing boy is like *droool* and I can totally understand your lurve.
2. ...does this even need to be said?
3. In a brothel. With AcaDec packets and Crick.
4. Underage Hotness.
5. Probably not the first, but telling Donaldson he was old.
6. A psychologist. So you'll scare your patients back into normalcy.
7. Are you really as clueless as you sometimes appear?
8. I'll slander your name and submit falsehoods about you to Playboy.
9. To be happy. :P
First off. The guy in "Les Choristes" is MINE!!!! YOU HEAR ME??? HE IS MINE!!! First come, first serve. I saw him first during school!!! SO HA!!! I GET TO TRAUMATIZE HIM FIRST!!!
And, little kids. Way hot. Man.
Why is Crick in the brothel with me? Thats just weird. Is it gay?
Yeah, I'm clueless because I don't care about stuff that concerns me until I have to. Then, I don't anything so I'm lost and confused and stupid and everything else.
And, finally.
| In a Past Life... |
You Were: An Evil Fortune Teller.
Where You Lived: Italy.
How You Died: Typhoid fever |
I am way to easily amused. Shall go drool over hot non-existant guys. Underaged, of course.
I wish. Its really hard to find cute twelve year olds as it is.
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So, I asked Katie to do her quiz thingy with me in mind and here are her answers. Oh, wait, here are the prompts first.
 1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. 5. I'll tell you my first memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. Katie Bonus (if Christine gets one, so do I!): 9. I'll pick the perfect speech and debate piece for you. Don't necessarily expect it to be real. (Okay, so I cut, copy, pasted. Screw me).
1. You are my lady!
2. Hackers. and any movie with sexy british men.
3. Cherry.
4. button pants!
5. I think it was sophomore year English class. I didn't so much meet you as gradually realize that you existed. :-D But my first real memory is the slacker corner in english class.
6. Iguana
7. Why do people think you and your sister are similar?
9. I'll give you Rane's old piece... "Equs" (not sure if that's spelled right) (It's about a young man who has sex with horses, to quote the original owner of the piece. And unlike most of the others, it actually exists...)
"Why do people think me and my sister are similar?"
Probably because they are blind on many different levels. No clue. Genes. Your mom. Sucks to your assmar!!!! |
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So, I asked Katie to do her quiz thingy with me in mind and here are her answers. Oh, wait, here are the prompts first.
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. 5. I'll tell you my first memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. Katie Bonus (if Christine gets one, so do I!): 9. I'll pick the perfect speech and debate piece for you. Don't necessarily expect it to be real. (Okay, so I cut, copy, pasted. Screw me).
1. You are my lady!
2. Hackers. and any movie with sexy british men.
3. Cherry.
4. button pants!
5. I think it was sophomore year English class. I didn't so much meet you as gradually realize that you existed. :-D But my first real memory is the slacker corner in english class.
6. Iguana
7. Why do people think you and your sister are similar?
9. I'll give you Rane's old piece... "Equs" (not sure if that's spelled right) (It's about a young man who has sex with horses, to quote the original owner of the piece. And unlike most of the others, it actually exists...)
Why do people think me and my sister are similar?
Probably because they are blind on many different levels. No clue. Genes. Your mom. Sucks to your assmar!!!! |
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Sometimes, I wonder if I will shatter into a million pieces if I hold myself still enough for long enough. And at other times I think that I will wake up one day and simply become a nothingness so perfect that I will hardly know where I begin and where I end. And, maybe, just maybe, I will not know of my existence either.
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I know that having fights with siblings is quite common, but dreaming about my sister dying is going a bit too far even for me.
That was a vauely disturbing dream. And, to top it all of, yesterday I dreamt that I was stalking Abacus. Again. I really need to get over that one some time soon.
I also pushed Johnathan into a pool while he was fully clothed. Highlight of the week--makes for a pretty sad week in my opinion.
And the entire "Subject" thing that shows up before each entry compels me to come with a Cri*k**** title even when I try to avoid his memory as much as possible. Somebody save me. (The stars are there to obscure his name because I keep dreaming that he will find out how much I hate him. Not that I care. Just a bad nightmare. I hope).
I'm done being random.
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