Mork, the orchid. :) 

Doom.

Life is over.

Well, no. But school sucks hardcore.

Fuck this paper. ;.; I want to run away and join a circus. Or... a drag show. xD

The only pay-off for this shitass day is tomorrows drag show. Sad that the campus really only has big faggy events like... twice a year. Cause of course we're only gay twice a year. Yea. Right.

I'm losing it again

I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't live a normal life here.

MONDAY!

What a day! And I didn't even go to class. :D

I TAed, and this kid showed up who hadn't been able to attend a different section, and wanted to stay in my section. And he had red hair and he pouted and so I let him stay. :D I even have permission now. "Can I keeeeep him?" lmfao. Anyways, he can stay.

Then, as I'm trying to make a sexual orientations friendly zone, the trouble kid goes, "There's lesbians? I wanna meet them." So I played it off. "Yes, lesbians do exist." XD

Then, I randomly listed this doll on eBay because they had a good listing deal, and like 30 seconds later, some woman bought it at the buy it now price. O_o Likeomgwhoa.

I'm currently: settling down. -_-

Vagina Warrior!!!

Omg, the Vagina Monologues were soooo good. Everyone was really awesome, especially Jill and Jackie. They were just totally amazing.

Irish Catholic moan! lmfao.

V-Day, Until the violence stops.

Chemistry and Biology love each other very much, they do everything together. They even had an offspring, Bio-Chem. Now Chemistry gets a little bored and decided to hook up with Geology. They have a bastard child known as Geo-Chem, which nobody seems to acknowledge nor care to much about. Neither Chem or Geo want to claim it as their own, so is lost in the vast wilderness of science. Now physics is a whole other story. Physics is a whore which fucks around with all the sciences.

- I love Alaina. XD

Monterville closeup. Also, mine. No theifery.

Monterville. He's mine, do not steal this image.

Arr! It's a slackers life for me.

Mac USB ports are upside down.

I'm exhausted and feel crappy and frustrated.

I suppose everything has to end eventually.

Some asshole took my picture on campus today.

I wish it was "big and soft" snowing, rather than "small and sharp" snowing.

I had a bitch, I swear to God...

What the hell? I was going to bitch about something... shit.

Oh, right.

In psych I sat down in an empty row right up front, and three girls sat on my right and one girl sat to my left. On the left there was an empty seat between us, but on the right there was a girl right next to me.

OHMYGOD. She reeked of hairspray and kept wiggling and sneezing and elbowing me and sniffing like a crack whore and fluffing her hair and bumping her leg against mine. I was thisclose from smiting this little bitch.

And then the whole lot of them turned into three year olds when the prof played the video. Grow up. Can you spell college?

omfg

I am so in love with my subwoofers. *_*

Tuesday

...and I have a fucking class in eight hours and I haven't done the reading and the prof is a bitch and omg...

So I'm in Kimmel, updating my blog, while other students are reading and writing papers and watching guitar solos online. Ahh, college. I am so anal about my work, yet it doesn't get done. I think I'm going to have to learn to chill out a little bit. I don't know what's up with me this semester. I just seem to worry more.

Alright then, I'm heading off to procure sugar for myself. I fucking adore Kimmel.

*worships Kimmel*

Guys are weird

'Nuff said.

But to add to that, I don't care much for having the door held for me.

Monday

I'm way behind on my work. Naturally.

But I feel oddly in control. Isn't that strange? I have a paper due Wednesday. I gurantee you that tomorrow I'll be filled with unadulterated awe for the world. I'm happiest when I'm totally stressed out, ironically.

I had my first sex group today. I think it went pretty well. At the very least I wasn't a total flake. I managed, somehow, to say all the shit I had to say and not look like a total dimwit. I think I planned just about the right amount of shit. And I've got a good group. So, yay!

I think Holly is under her bed again. Or else she's at class, but that's so unlikely.

Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.

Post-Post-Birthday

Omg, my friends totally rock.

Holly and Lauren went to the mall and got me all kinds of crazy shit for my birthday, including a drinking game, 2 Irish shirts, Irish boxers, and sleep pants that say "Kiss me I'm Irish" on the ass, that matches one of the shirts. Needless to say, that was tons of fun.

Marian got her own batch of sketchy gear, and the highlight was pink fuzzy handcuffs. :D Photo-op!

Awesome movie, damnit forgot the title, but Agent Smith was a drag queen in it. So needless to say it totally rocked.

And, btw, the subwoofer totally rocks. XD

"Hey, guess what my ass says."

Post-Birthday

My birthday totally rocked.

Lunch was awesome (yay for fiends), TA class was stupendous, and then I got to go home. After the necessary pizza issues, we did birthday gifts. <3

My brother got me speakers. I love the little snot. :D Not just speakers, but a subwoofer and speakers by Creative. I am so in love with them. He also burnt me 5 dvds. Yaaaay!

Mom got me leopard print shorts with wicked cool ribbons and two pendants, one amethyst, and one with lapis (I am totally in love with this one. They both rock, but the lapis is totally amazingly beautiful and wonderfully awesome). XD

Then we had cake and sherbet. And tested out the speakers. Not quite as good as the ones the Napster wanted in the Italian Job, but they might almost blow off a womens clothes depending on what you hooked it to. ;)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Brag: It's my birthday!

Bitch: Woke up at 7:10, showered while the Cleaning Bitch sprayed the bathroom with chemicals and clunked around wildly. Dressed, took my 15 lb. psych book with me cause the TA said we'd need it, went to get soda at the dining hall but they didn't have the fountain up so I carried the bottle around, grabbed a can of caffeine free (grr). Gothic prof is a prissy tight-ass bitch who picked on me out of a zillion kids because I was zoning, when other people were sleeping. We didn't use the 15 lb. psych book that much, so I lugged it for nothing.

But! We got out of the quiz in writing by force.

"Charles is bad."

I still have lunch with fiends and my TA class till forever, and then I can finally go home and party. But I still have an assload of work to do.

If you learned nothing else today, know that it's socially acceptable to have sex that involves "bodies only" but "manufactured objects" are not okay. So, object that aren't manufactured are okay, as are "bodies" -- how wonderfully vague.

I swear I'm really going to work tonight...

What the hell have I gotten myself into.

I don't really know what's up, but I think panic is taking hold in my abdoman and breakdancing in there. All these insane classes want me to read 110 pages for them over the weekend for one, 42 for another, 60 for another. O_o

I can't juggle this shit. And circumstances are frustrating, to boot.