The Beanbag Effect. Diabetes. Heather and I are hereby Emo and Goth, respectively. Which aren't adjectives, but rather, pronouns. Saturday, Heather went from bawling one minute to explaining DNA replication the next. Cough and cold. "It goes in a circle, it goes in a circle." Back to bawling. Back to DNA, RNA, transcription, messenger RNA, double helix.
Excitablilty may occur, indeed. Especially in children, which we are. Yes, we have high blood pressure.
We call my roomate Gargafem. Her voice is messed up and clogged sounding. I think I hate her.
I wasn't allowed into a frat party. I just asked if I could come in to pee, and they said no. Note to self: be sure to wear stilettos and halter top in 50 degree weather along with 20 pounds of makeup next time.
That Greek shit seems pretty retarded to me anyway. All those idiots with the flipped up collars. Ugh. No thank you. I just blew ass. I hope my roomate heard it. Stupid girl. I'm pretty sure she has no soul. Heather and I went through her "music" collection, if one could truly call it that. Best of Disney. 98 Degrees. Nsync.
No soul. And she never listens to it anyway, just constantly has the fucking TV on. I find it hard to believe that anyone who at least doesn't appreciate good music has a soul. I'm not sure if that sentence makes sense. It probably doesn't.
Mmmm...Social Distortion.
Excitablilty may occur, indeed. Especially in children, which we are. Yes, we have high blood pressure.
We call my roomate Gargafem. Her voice is messed up and clogged sounding. I think I hate her.
I wasn't allowed into a frat party. I just asked if I could come in to pee, and they said no. Note to self: be sure to wear stilettos and halter top in 50 degree weather along with 20 pounds of makeup next time.
That Greek shit seems pretty retarded to me anyway. All those idiots with the flipped up collars. Ugh. No thank you. I just blew ass. I hope my roomate heard it. Stupid girl. I'm pretty sure she has no soul. Heather and I went through her "music" collection, if one could truly call it that. Best of Disney. 98 Degrees. Nsync.
No soul. And she never listens to it anyway, just constantly has the fucking TV on. I find it hard to believe that anyone who at least doesn't appreciate good music has a soul. I'm not sure if that sentence makes sense. It probably doesn't.
Mmmm...Social Distortion.
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[Edited on Oct 04, 2004 10:19AM]
one of my best friends from high school goes to...
an all-male college... *GASP*
and...
He's joined a frat....
*GASP! out raged muttering...old lady fainting*
Oh well, that's what you get when you're a band-geek, a shitload of friends that are nothing like you. I'd still trust him with my life.
but uh, yeah...most frat boys suck the penises of your roommates boybands. That's my theory.
[Edited on Oct 04, 2004 11:28AM]