Nooooo. I clicked a button and lost my entry. It was shit anyway. I'll start over again.
Oh, I edited my profile slightly. I made a little typographic error. Oopsy. I do that sometimes. I'm also trying to decide whether I want to add my panty fetish to the "what makes me hot" section of the profile or write it into an entry. I'll write it into an entry if I get five more emails regarding my panty fetish (for a grand total of 10 -- whee).
This week, during my social emotional development course, the professor lectured on sexual abuse. She mentioned that the age of consent was 14 when she moved to Florida ten years ago, and I began to blush and sweat and freak out a bit. You know how in television and absolutely nowhere else the protagonists will watch a documentary on TV or, say, attend a class, and whatever the protagonist hears will be subtextually relevant? YEAH. I imagined standing up and shouting, "HE IS GOING TO BE 18 IN A FEW MONTHS. ALSO, HE HAS HIS DICK PIERCED AND IS REALLY--" I'm cutting off my internal tirade there. Anyway, I all ready went into detail on the jailbait hullabaloo, and it doesn't bear repeating. Boys, stupid boys.
Speaking of boys -- David, who has been flirting with me for about a year now, is cute. He doodles Trogdor in his notes, and he's funny, and he's affable, and he has a nice smile. I've mentioned him in this journal a while ago. But... uh... he rollerblades, and I can't trust a person who rollerblades. I'm being silly, I know. He's in the same fraternity (SHUT UP, he's not in PIKE, OKAY?!) as my pals Chris and Peyton, and Peyton mentioned to me last year for no discernable reason that David is a good guy. Well, the reason wasn't discernable at the time because I was an idiot and let some potential relationships that could've been not as dysfunctional as the one I had with the Evil Bitch Monster from Hell, but I'm trying to forget that part of my life.
Sigh.
Oh, Chris. That reminds me. He mentioned that he was all, "YES!" when he saw his score on EASY for the first biobehavioral exam, but then he realized that he scored 100 out of a possible 200 points and was all, "NO!" Yeah, that's an F. I got a C+ on the first exam, and he got a C+ on the second. I have the comfort of knowing I did not score the lowest grade in class; someone got a 92. I got a 124. That's a D+. Hey, if this trend continues, I can look forward to an F+.
Gah. I was studying for my zoology midterm today. I looked at a picture and said to myself, "Oh, that's pretty! It looks like a pink flower!" Then I read the caption and said, "Oh, barf." I truly do not need to know what a pig's intestine blocked by a squillion ringworms looks like. I also do not need to see a picture of elephantitis of a human leg (and that brought back memories of stupid high school boys chasing after hapless girls with pictures of elephantitis of the penis -- oh, I hated that kid named Stoner or Stoney or whatever he was called). And I REALLY did not need to see a dog's heart with a nematode crawling over it. I can't tell you what happened to the human brain with the nasty bumps all over it because I couldn't read the caption without looking at the picture, so let's just hope I don't need to know about that for the test. Ugh. Is that excessively girly? To be squicked out by nasty pictures of parasites? Shut up! I like marine turbellarians. I'm sure the boys who bother to read the text books are squirming just as much as I am.
Ick. I took a break from studying to peruse the 300+ channels the skinny tattooed cable guy with the goatee gave me when he came over to replace my digital box with a new one that works. I didn't ask for it, but he illegally gave them to me because he flirted with me, and I flirted back, and it was fun. Also, he set me up for two-way service, so we're now saving $40 without the extra phone lines. I. Love. Television. So much! I watched Degrassi: The Next Generation on the Nickelodeon teen channel, and while it's not as bad as Saved By the Bell: The New Class, it's still not as good as the original. I watched Degrassi EVERY FUCKING SUNDAY when I was a kid, and I LOVED IT. There was, however, an awesome George Michael joke in the episode I saw tonight, and I love the way Canadians say "sorry." Surrey. Heeee. Yay. Oh my. I need to find out when they air The Adventures of Pete and Pete. I also need to find out if they air Salute Your Shorts and Fifteen. FIFTEEN! Awesome. I read Fifteen BOOKS. That's so sad.
I'm going to stop writing now before I embarrass myself more than is necessary. Thank you for reading.
I lied. I have other things I want to write about. Like how I fit into my SKINNY JEANS. They're like hernia pants, sure, but I want to say that my ass looks fucking fabulous in them. They're a size 10 JUNIOR, so they're... I don't know, size 8 regular? They're made by 10 Speed, and I love them, and I love my ass in them, and I know people love my ass in them, because I saw someone looking, and I feel HOT. Yay, losing weight by not eating empty calories.
Also, a word to the wise. When Aleve says to take a tablet with a full glass of water, take Aleve with a FULL GLASS OF WATER, FOR FUCK'S SAKE. Ugh. That's strong shit, and I had to take it RIGHT before my biobehavioral statistics course, and it felt like it was eating away at my stomach lining. My face was red and flushed, and I was sweating, and I felt like shit. No more Aleve for me, thanks. I'll stick with Advil.
And now I stop writing. For real this time.
Postscript: I lied. I haven't stopped writing, have I? Byron came over this afternoon with his Degrassi jean jacket, and we watched an episode of Degrassi: The Next Generation. It was the "gay" episode. Marco comes out, there is some bashing, and Degrassi handles it in its delightfully hamhanded way. I only just figured this out: OH MY GOD, THAT'S SPIKE'S DAUGHTER?? NO WAY. SNAKE? WHAT THE FUCK? Um, yeah. I also have a Degrassi jean jacket. Byron bought one for my birthday in 1998, and he also got one for himself. I love it, I love it, I love it. Anyway, I am thisclose to sitting down and banging out some Degrassi fan fic, and I don't even write that shit. What is wrong with me? Spin is totally closeted. He needs to come out. Or maybe he needs to come oot. God, I am hooked and have set my Tivo for a season pass of Degrassi. Why did I do this? Because between breaks there are John Mayer videos, and I want to shutupshutupshutup through the commercial breaks. I have no idea why people let fucktards like John Mayer make music.
Aaaaaaand now I've stopped writing. For now.
Oh, I edited my profile slightly. I made a little typographic error. Oopsy. I do that sometimes. I'm also trying to decide whether I want to add my panty fetish to the "what makes me hot" section of the profile or write it into an entry. I'll write it into an entry if I get five more emails regarding my panty fetish (for a grand total of 10 -- whee).
This week, during my social emotional development course, the professor lectured on sexual abuse. She mentioned that the age of consent was 14 when she moved to Florida ten years ago, and I began to blush and sweat and freak out a bit. You know how in television and absolutely nowhere else the protagonists will watch a documentary on TV or, say, attend a class, and whatever the protagonist hears will be subtextually relevant? YEAH. I imagined standing up and shouting, "HE IS GOING TO BE 18 IN A FEW MONTHS. ALSO, HE HAS HIS DICK PIERCED AND IS REALLY--" I'm cutting off my internal tirade there. Anyway, I all ready went into detail on the jailbait hullabaloo, and it doesn't bear repeating. Boys, stupid boys.
Speaking of boys -- David, who has been flirting with me for about a year now, is cute. He doodles Trogdor in his notes, and he's funny, and he's affable, and he has a nice smile. I've mentioned him in this journal a while ago. But... uh... he rollerblades, and I can't trust a person who rollerblades. I'm being silly, I know. He's in the same fraternity (SHUT UP, he's not in PIKE, OKAY?!) as my pals Chris and Peyton, and Peyton mentioned to me last year for no discernable reason that David is a good guy. Well, the reason wasn't discernable at the time because I was an idiot and let some potential relationships that could've been not as dysfunctional as the one I had with the Evil Bitch Monster from Hell, but I'm trying to forget that part of my life.
Sigh.
Oh, Chris. That reminds me. He mentioned that he was all, "YES!" when he saw his score on EASY for the first biobehavioral exam, but then he realized that he scored 100 out of a possible 200 points and was all, "NO!" Yeah, that's an F. I got a C+ on the first exam, and he got a C+ on the second. I have the comfort of knowing I did not score the lowest grade in class; someone got a 92. I got a 124. That's a D+. Hey, if this trend continues, I can look forward to an F+.
Gah. I was studying for my zoology midterm today. I looked at a picture and said to myself, "Oh, that's pretty! It looks like a pink flower!" Then I read the caption and said, "Oh, barf." I truly do not need to know what a pig's intestine blocked by a squillion ringworms looks like. I also do not need to see a picture of elephantitis of a human leg (and that brought back memories of stupid high school boys chasing after hapless girls with pictures of elephantitis of the penis -- oh, I hated that kid named Stoner or Stoney or whatever he was called). And I REALLY did not need to see a dog's heart with a nematode crawling over it. I can't tell you what happened to the human brain with the nasty bumps all over it because I couldn't read the caption without looking at the picture, so let's just hope I don't need to know about that for the test. Ugh. Is that excessively girly? To be squicked out by nasty pictures of parasites? Shut up! I like marine turbellarians. I'm sure the boys who bother to read the text books are squirming just as much as I am.
Ick. I took a break from studying to peruse the 300+ channels the skinny tattooed cable guy with the goatee gave me when he came over to replace my digital box with a new one that works. I didn't ask for it, but he illegally gave them to me because he flirted with me, and I flirted back, and it was fun. Also, he set me up for two-way service, so we're now saving $40 without the extra phone lines. I. Love. Television. So much! I watched Degrassi: The Next Generation on the Nickelodeon teen channel, and while it's not as bad as Saved By the Bell: The New Class, it's still not as good as the original. I watched Degrassi EVERY FUCKING SUNDAY when I was a kid, and I LOVED IT. There was, however, an awesome George Michael joke in the episode I saw tonight, and I love the way Canadians say "sorry." Surrey. Heeee. Yay. Oh my. I need to find out when they air The Adventures of Pete and Pete. I also need to find out if they air Salute Your Shorts and Fifteen. FIFTEEN! Awesome. I read Fifteen BOOKS. That's so sad.
I'm going to stop writing now before I embarrass myself more than is necessary. Thank you for reading.
I lied. I have other things I want to write about. Like how I fit into my SKINNY JEANS. They're like hernia pants, sure, but I want to say that my ass looks fucking fabulous in them. They're a size 10 JUNIOR, so they're... I don't know, size 8 regular? They're made by 10 Speed, and I love them, and I love my ass in them, and I know people love my ass in them, because I saw someone looking, and I feel HOT. Yay, losing weight by not eating empty calories.
Also, a word to the wise. When Aleve says to take a tablet with a full glass of water, take Aleve with a FULL GLASS OF WATER, FOR FUCK'S SAKE. Ugh. That's strong shit, and I had to take it RIGHT before my biobehavioral statistics course, and it felt like it was eating away at my stomach lining. My face was red and flushed, and I was sweating, and I felt like shit. No more Aleve for me, thanks. I'll stick with Advil.
And now I stop writing. For real this time.
Postscript: I lied. I haven't stopped writing, have I? Byron came over this afternoon with his Degrassi jean jacket, and we watched an episode of Degrassi: The Next Generation. It was the "gay" episode. Marco comes out, there is some bashing, and Degrassi handles it in its delightfully hamhanded way. I only just figured this out: OH MY GOD, THAT'S SPIKE'S DAUGHTER?? NO WAY. SNAKE? WHAT THE FUCK? Um, yeah. I also have a Degrassi jean jacket. Byron bought one for my birthday in 1998, and he also got one for himself. I love it, I love it, I love it. Anyway, I am thisclose to sitting down and banging out some Degrassi fan fic, and I don't even write that shit. What is wrong with me? Spin is totally closeted. He needs to come out. Or maybe he needs to come oot. God, I am hooked and have set my Tivo for a season pass of Degrassi. Why did I do this? Because between breaks there are John Mayer videos, and I want to shutupshutupshutup through the commercial breaks. I have no idea why people let fucktards like John Mayer make music.
Aaaaaaand now I've stopped writing. For now.
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fruit boots=roller blades