when love is in your life, it just passes you by

I had to wash my hands before I made this. Tells you how dirty I'm going to be.

So, Kyle and I were bringing up old memories that I solely remember it. There was this one he wants to make reference to for the rest of his life apparently.

So, in ninth grade I was dating Kyle's "best friend" Michael Payne. I had liked Michael in SEVENTH GRADE. Two years later he had asked me out, right? (and right when the hearts disappeared from my eyes.) Well, we were all at Emily's (Kyle, Michael and me) and I was feeling nauseous so I told them I was going to go downstairs and lay on her water bed. I did, just in the dark when Michael decided that it would be so fucking romantic if he joined me. He lays beside me and the bed finally stops waving. He leans up and I warn him, "You're not kissing me."
The boy doesn't listen, probably thinking I was just playing hard to get. He starts to lean over, an arm stretched over onto my other side and my hands begin to lift to push him off. Well, suddenly, just as I'm fixing to push him off the bed, Kyle and Emily BOUND down the stairs.
Michael groans and plops back on his side of the bed.
Kyle takes a seat at the foot of the bed and Emily sits on something on the other side of the room, near Kyle.
We're making small talk when either Emily finds a guitar or Kyle does and then he starts to play it. He tries to tune it and strokes it, making stupid fucking sounds to correlate. He hums, strokes and begins to sing, "Michaeeelll is a pusssy. Michael is a fucking pusssyyyyy."
Michael was getting pissed and I was laughing very hard.
Emily laughs.
"Michael is a fucking doucheebaggg."
It was funny. I'm laughing making this entry.
SO, YOU'RE WELCOME, KYLE.

So, I'm going to go cook lasagna for dinner.
OH, funny conversation:
Me - so, uh, did you get your first kiss tonight?
Amanda - *smiles big* yes.
Me - open mouth or just a peck?
Amanda - *looks grossed out* peck of course!
Me - Did you like it?
Amanda - Well, it wasn't like rocket launchers going off -- wait, I've been playing Battle Field 3 too much. *she stops to laugh* Fireworks. Not like fireworks were going off.

I have a fucking headache

So, our mugs are finished :)




Amanda's had South Park characters on it with the setting and everything. But hers isn't as nearly as important as mine. I KNOW Africa is out in la-la land. Mostly because I ran out of the room. But, hey, it's like the continental drift in the future. I'm sorry, I don't know what way the continents are drifting. ANYWAY. Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal.

Today, I went to return a book for class at Book Supply (because I found it cheaper online) and when I entered I felt this powerful tension. At the counter there was the manager dude (hard to tell because they're all dressed so informally) and a student with books. They're staring at each other like they want to punch the other in the face. Halfway up the students intensely grabs his books and stomps off, literally screaming, "THIS IS FUCKING STUPID!"
Man, it was awkward returning that book.
I did kind of make the guy half-grin when I told him I brought my free meal ticket back (I WAS NEVER GOING TO EAT AT THAT SHITTY CAFE ANYWAY). I did try to be as nice as I could because no one was speaking and the tension was still suffocating me. Man, awkward.

Got a new perm today (my third one in all):

Every time I look at myself I feel as if I'm time traveling to the 1980s. Can't wait to wash it Sunday at 4PM.
Poor all my friends this weekend who has to look at it and smell it. Feel sorry for them.

Plans for the weekend:
Go to Todd's game night and create some kick ass character who just kicks ass.
And then see Kyle on Sunday.
I feel as if I'm leaving someone out. Feel bad for them, too.

motherfucker!

Isn't that just beautiful? The sky owes me from keeps me up all fucking night long with the thunderstorms. That's right. From 1-330AM this morning it kept me awake. I had to wake up at 430AM. Really?

First day of classes = me being bogged down with papers. You guys know I complain with love. Writing is like breathing. EASY TO FUCKING DO, BITCHES. I don't know. We'll see.

It's worse than baby oil

That doesn't look like me, does it? That was me and Marina two summers ago. We look so drastically different now. Even she agreed.


Went to the Paint'n Place with Jackie, her sister and Amanda.




I painted the world on mine. That's right, bitches, freehand. Suck it. The inside was supposed to be the stars and the black universe. Sadly, I couldn't fit my brush in far enough or anything, so that's all I could do. We get them back in a week and I'm so excited.

My sister did South Park characters. I did not get any pictures.

School starts tomorrow so I'll see you on the flip side, fuckers.

oh, there's my chair.

Walked across my room in pitch black. So, hope you get my joke with the title and all.

Just finished Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski. I don't know why Literature Professors are so down on him. Just because he's not symbolic does not mean he doesn't have something to say. I especially love the ending page. I think it has a lot to say. There's a poem Bukowski wrote, My Old Man, that seems to be featured in this novel. It was eerie. I've read that poem a couple dozen times and that, I don't know. It's trivial why that was such a big moment for Bukowski.

Now, I have to find the stomach to finish Women. The whole popping of the pimples to be sexually aroused is just gross. I don't know, maybe I'm weird.

Been listening to Too Afraid to Love You by The Back Keys for the past hour.

thank you, you can leave now.

Kyle - I am still into them. I wish a zombie apocalypse would start right now. Dead Island is fun too.
Me - Me too. I'd kick ass - no denying. Trust. I wanted to do more slang but my mind temporarily shut off.
Kyle - I would kick ass, but it would only be after the US bombed the cities.
Me - I'd kick a bomb's ass.
Kyle - You probably could, if it wasn't being launched.
Me - Let's be honest, I could do either.
Kyle - You are so powerful, you could withstand it, reverse the explosion, just to withstand it again.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa.

My hands are so cold that I'm actually convincing myself that my fingers are ice sculptures. Could be close, could be.

I'm procrastinating on taking a shower. Today is the day to shave. If I don't, people mistake me as big foot. Who should really be insulted is the real question.

My painted toenails did officially gross out my mother so mission accomplished.

I'm really rusty on this blog posting. I need to start paying attention to my conversations, or be more interesting. Who the hell am I kidding? I am interesting, I just need to start paying attention.

fingernail polish all over my fucking hands!

Well, well, well. Been forever, right? Nothing has happened. I'm not trying to be modest here, but that's exactly why I decided to stop and to see what would be different Found a couple of interesting differences:
1) Some of the shit I read on here is actually funny and interesting that I forgot about. It does have a lot of Cricket, but I'm hoping to change that.
2) I'm hilarious.

Yeah, so, I'm continuing my efforts on this thing.

I want more odd run-ins with bums and strangers. Never realized how many I had had.

I'm 22-years-old now, in college, and still single.

I just painted my toenails with some red fingernail polish. My thumbs and pointer fingers are not highlighted red. I just disappointed myself. I was listening to some old school Usher. Not the newer stuff with whatshisface. No, what is that song he is featured in? I can't remember. My iPhone hookup was finally laid to rest a couple of months ago and now all I have is my radio. Not my radio (I don't want to be affiliated with that trash), but the radio. I hate it. I feel as if all my cares should be drinking and boys who got away. By the way, what's the appeal of Katy Perry? Never understood that, either. And the djs are idiots with mics in front of them -- like a bone on a fishing pole for a dog. I hope I wasn't insulting the dog.

Have a new friend at work, Todd. He has a wife, Alura, who had a birthday party the other day. He supported this entire scavenger hunt. I participated which is huge for me, haha, since I'm a downer. Here are highlights (or most of the pics I had on my phone).


Lisa & Alura


Alura with "HB ALURA" on her cheeks.


That was actually free.


I wasn't happy to even be in the picture. My pictures are always shot in a controlled environment.


Haha, I cut my hand on that shit.