Niiiice

So, when class released, a girl from it started to walk in front of me outside, to the cars. I was looking at my phone and I think someone texted me something and I said, "Sweet ass."
She immediately turned around with, "What did you say?"
I stopped, "Oh, I was talking to myself."
She shrugged it off and continued, and I did too until I realized the subject matter and I busted out laughing, "Hahahaha, sweet ass!"
She chuckled, "Yeah, I was like, you can think they are - but they're pancakes in there."

In class:
Ally - Why does everyone write so small on the board?! *Shyla was writing smaller than I had*
Me - Because it looks bigger when you're up there.
Ally - Man, it's like times new roman 12.
Me - *directed to Shyla* Yeah, you're going to have to zoom a 120% please.

Oh, one day in class:
Ally - Yeah, I got Pongo The Cat when I was at walmart a couple of years ago. These people had kittens with a sign that read, "Take one or we kill them."
The class stopped and laughed.

Props to Todd:
Me - It was no biggie. Not like helping you move gets us into heaven haha. I found that funny, did you?
Todd - I did, but you won't when you die.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

That was fantastic

So, Alex and I were speaking on the phone and she asked me to send her a link to some anti-virus software. I was like, "Sure."
So, as I'm getting the links ready to send, she says, "Oh, don't send it to the email you made for me, send it to the A-one."
"Wait, I made you an email?"
"Yeah, hunglikeatrunk."
I gave a hard laugh. "What, I seriously made that? Omg, was I drinking?"
"Yeah, we both were. I was having rum and coke and you were drinking a beer or something. I think you were drinking rum too."
"Shit, I probably was drinking Vodka then switched to beer. Holy shit, that's hilarious."
She said that it was the night that we made our skype names.
Mine - princessvagina
Hers - princedick69
Why she put 69 I don't know.
I am fucking insane.

Today has been utterly boring. What to know what I've done?
Woke up at 7am.
Turned in some assignments.
Watched TV.
Went back to bed until 3.
Woke up, fixed supper.
Ate.
Alex called.
And here I am.

My arms are sore from helping Todd move. I know it's an aggravating process and everyone scatters when someone they know is moving, but I honestly don't mind it. You get to know them more as people and I think there's something satisfying within the helpful ranks. Maybe I'm just a pussy. You get to test your strength, and shit. I don't know. There's a closeness to it.

I drove Jake to and fro.
On the way back he was actually talkative. I wasn't. I have nothing to talk about. Well, I do, but I find myself boring as fuck. Just no one asks me questions that I would answer. I try not to lie, disbelieve all you want, but I find no point in it. I would answer questions if people asked me, if they wanted to know shit about me.
Jake - I think I'm getting tickets to the warped tour (I'm not sure if that's what it is, but that's what I heard).
Me - What's that?
Jake - *looks flabbergasted* What?
Me - Yeah, what is it?
Jake - Well, it's punk/rock music mostly.
Me - Oh, pussy music.
Jake - Oh, really. I've seen your music, you have nothing to talk about.
He's right. But people usually like some of my Japanese music when I force them to listen to it.

I think I'm going to watch a barbie movie.
Yes, I keep up with my miniscule details.

Chewy

Today was actually a really good day. I was in a spectacular mood which never happens. I even agreed to possibly help Todd move tomorrow (which that means you're my friend - this is proof). He had made a slave joke during the invitation, but nothing concrete. When Alan replied about coming, he asked what we would be doing. I said, "I don't know, but he made a slave joke so I'm assuming we're helping him move."

After work, after being recognized by another team lead for my awesome Target skillz, I went to Barnes and Noble to extensively walk the fiction section and find books to read. The list as follows:
Megan Bergman - Birds of a Lesser Paradise
Josh Bazell - Wild Thing (I really liked Beat the Reaper... Well, until the UNREALISTIC ending.)
Aravind Adiga - White Tiger
Paul Auster - The New York Trilogy
Peter Bognanni - The House of Tomorrow
Robert Bloch - Psycho
T.C. Boyle - Budding Prospects
Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar
Arthur Nersesian - The Fuck-up (This book sounded a little like Candide by Voltaire.)
Haruki - Murakami - Dance Dance Dance

I don't see a point in this.

I loved these fucking fish.

Afterwards, I went to the "In-training" Day at Chuy's. We got our meal for free, except alcoholic drinks. All the alcoholic beverages were four dollars and the proceeds went to "Courageous Kids." I had lunch with my old history teacher (well, first and second semester of college history teacher who will remain nameless), and Fallon. It was pretty awesome. The food was typical, but the atmosphere was good. However, there were odd paintings of dog heads on human body's, a copy cat of that one guy, I know. The teacher said, "All these dog pictures. You know what the special ingredient is, don't you? You'll know when the dog population drops."
Hahahahaha.
In my head: "In other news, the dog population has dramatically decreased. Humane Society says it's because of their hard work and advertising of neutering and spading. Scientists are now in favor of breeding."
I will post pictures of the place once Fallon shares them on facebook. Stay tuned! (See what I did there?)

The teacher bought me a Mojito. I am very thankful, although he'll never read this. I cannot believe, ever in my life, that I would have drinks with an older teacher of mine. Just amazing. I feel like an adult. I thought I felt like an adult when I used a hand-mixer when I was 21, this does not compare. I feel collected. Although I want to move out on my own so badly. I want to be independent beyond recognition. That's my purpose as of right now. Once I settle on that, then I want to be independent beyond the U.S.

Anyway, shower then sleep.
next entry will b red lyk this. xcitd?

Colors of the Rainbow

Kyle - ...I was driving around a golf course and a turtle was looking at me. His little ovular head just straight up with his little glossy eyes just checking out the road....
Me - I saw a turtle the other day. It was crossing the road. I wanted to save it, but traffic was heavy and he was on a hill. I would've died.
Kyle - If I see this turtle again, I'm naming him. Probably Raphael.
Me - You favor that ninja?
Kyle - Yeah, not only is he named after one of the most powerful archangels, his color is red and he uses sais. Great stuff. Just wish he wasn't a teenager.  But I can look past that since he's a mutant turtle humanoid.
Me - I love that reasoning.
Kyle - He is very efficient with his fighting. He is quick, precise and very powerful. What's not to like about a turtle totin' some sais?
Me - Nothing. You're right. I am being stubborn.
Kyle - Well, I mean, if you go by colors, you may like a different turtle.
Me - No, red and green are my favorite. I would choose red over green.
Kyle - What about shredder? What's he got against mutated turtles and a mutated rat?
Me - I'm going to tell you something, I never watched Ninja Turtles - don't plan on it. Haha. I know they have famous painter names AND they're turtles. Oh, their master is a rat.

Somehow, that tickled his fancy.

I bought a shirt. It's okay to be jealous:

Why is this the only exciting thing to happen to me?

Around the riverbend

I had a great time with the guys last night. No drama at all -- that's how I like it. I like that I cannot even keep up with the funny conversations. That's all they do. Todd is the ringleader (yeah, I said it) and I am the fucking psychological needs to Maslow's Theory. Fuck you, this works.

Anyway.
For the past two games our characters received little green cards with directions on them. No other character is allowed to see them or know. So, I was sitting there, setting up shop, when Jake asked me if he could read my cards. I said he could only read the first one. He did. A little while later, he said to me, "You can't read my cards."
I squinted my eyes, "Why not?"
"I don't want you to."
I said something in the lines of "challenge accepted."
When the pizza arrived, I went to his envelope, which he had been protecting, and quickly grabbed the card.
Written there was, "Haha jokes on you."
I have been bested people. Fucking CHECKMATE. FUCKING CHECKMATE.
I wrote "Fuck" on it.

I was so tired. I went to the kitchen that night and walked around. I leaned on the counter and the next thing I know my head is down. I was nearly in my REMs when someone laughed and I woke up. Driving home was a giant blunder. Alex kept me awake though, but I was kind of swerving. Fun times.

Genitals!

So, I'm working out my final's study guide for person health 100. And, this is the second class with pictures of organs of the reproduction cut in half so I can tell the path of a sperm during ejaculation. I am so tired of seeing this. It's making me nauseous. I am not normally physically thwarted by such pictures, but after adding infections of HPV and herpes, amongst others, I am banked out. Done. Just finished. I don't even want to hear the biological names for these parts (I am listening to Eminem and just broke this, ha). Then, to blow me off the edge completely, there's this picture of the umbilical cord still hanging outside the vagina, just wagging around after they cut it. I am so glad I am going to fake a marriage when I'm 25-years-old to get my tubes ties, or taken out completely, to not have children. Sucks enough I have to take a pill every day now.

Ha, that reminds me. I finally went to the gyno. I think he took my virginity with that metal tool which completely took me off guard. Very cold and very weird feeling. Hilarious. Middle of the sentence and stopped completely as he scraped my cervix. Which is very uncomfortable, in case you guys were wondering. Definitely bled afterward.

ANYWAY.
I ordered a bike rack for my car, which I will use until it breaks off:

I forgot to take a picture with the bike actually on it, ha, but, I assure you, it's a beauty.
See that blue truck? That's "Bashful Blue."
The silver tail you see of the other is named "Silver Stallion."
GUESS WHAT FUCKERS, put it on my car myself. Don't think that's a feet.

What are with the Homo sapiens drivers as of late? Are all of us fucking insane? Does the population believe they're in a toy car? Dumb fucks.

That's Funny

(As I read over this I realized just how many typos/grammar mistakes I had. Try to spot them all yourself!)

I really should write down jokes as I hear them. I have the worst memory. Just today I put the cookies in the oven went to sit down and a couple minutes later I ask my mom if the stove was preheated. She said yes, so I went to go put the cookies in the over and they were already in there. I am fucking awesome.

I went to Todd's yesterday to hang out before the other two boys arrived. We watched Battle Royale. He fucking loved it, quote on quote.
There was this part where all the army went trotted to their trucks at once and I said, "Shotgun!" He didn't laugh and I felt unfunny. Dammit, I won't stand for it.

Anyway. Once the boys arrived, Todd introduced us to his neighbors apartment which had been cleared out. I was the last down the stairs and I turned off the light on the stair which I thought was the last one. I was wrong. I nearly broke my nose when I almost fell on my face. A big "OOOMMMPH" exited from me. Haaaaaa.

Anyway, Todd opened up to me about his marriage and I am very glad he did -- not that there's trouble in paradise, just how he can open up to me. I like to be approachable sometimes. Anyway, my lack of knowledge to the relationship pool is awful. I finally realized how unrequited with love I am. I need to get in the game, don't I?

Marina stopped on her way home from church to say hi. I was initially going to wait outside for her to wave as she passed, but she one-upped me. Ha, this reminds me when she and I were eating on campus the other day and I didn't "Not look at these girls she pointed at the right way." I told her, "Marina, you're best friends with a dorky white girl, gtfo it."
Ha.
She saw me in my "doing a 3,000 word research paper and I'm slouchy look." I'm surprised she didn't go blind.

Wrote another poem for class. We had to use "When the Clouds Break." I feel it's cliched for "when the clouds break" but it ended being that way. OH THE FUCK WELL, BITCHES.

When the Clouds Break

When the clouds break, they have me in smiles

It’s the funny way

They have shapes:

Dinosaurs,

Food,

Faces,

Blobs

When the clouds break, sometimes the mean ones

Dark and menacing,

Have the most to offer.

The more I smile

The grayer they become

When the clouds break, I am finally able

To see the sky

The sun hidden,

Its rays like arms

Trying to push

The funny cloud away

When the clouds break, there are shadows

Sliding under my feet

Slipping away behind me

Even with all the shapes

I find myself looking down

When the clouds break, there is clarity

Now and then the shapes

Glide above me

As if the clouds mimic earth

Finding it just as funny

Hallmark Moment

Yeah, you know that's fucking adorable.

So, I bought my parents a new faucet. Be jealous. It's part of their presents until 2013, so I'm not THAT generous.

School has been school. Received a sunburn from walking around campus yesterday with Marina. I can't scratch my face/chest.

Scotty texted me yesterday (he works at a cleaners):
Scotty - Good God work is boring as shit today. I just wanna hang myself.
Me - Can't you play dress up with the clothes?
Scotty - Work is like an irremovable benign cancer on your right testicle. You feel it, you know it's there and there isn't a single thing you can do about it.
Me - Ha. What a simile. Love it.

Today has been so fucking productive that I actually want to do nothing, which already happened. Finished the last four episodes of scrubs. They should've never made a ninth season.

Oh, and my creative writing teacher has been weird to me lately. I just thought he didn't like the person I had been (because I wrote about a high night I once had -- I asked permission) and since then he has been very, very weird towards me. So, yesterday, I stayed after class to ask him a question and he told me he wanted to speak to me first. Basically, he said that he was very, very honored to have me in his class and that he's glad I'm there for the other students to realize how to better their writing. He said I was an inspiration to them (ha!). Oh, and that my eye for detail is amazing. I was stunned that this man had wrote on a girl's paper in class, "This is good if you want to write for hallmark."
HAAAA.
Oh, I never posted my finished sonnet. Well, I'll go ahead and post all the poetry I've done thus far because I'm quite boring otherwise.

The Scent of You

The smell has you in it – a soft, but firm

Aroma soaking in the clothes, the fabrics,

The thoughts of you. Somehow the odor squirms

Under my skin, infecting the rhythmic 

Beat of my heart. I feel like it murders,

Slowly constricting pumps to make venom.

Veins alter color: Green, red, black deeper

Than I can clarify. In waves, symptoms

Appear in my flesh, mimicking the lull

Of breathing, only… The smell is all I

Have; it’s rare, nearly sudden flashbacks mull

The scent of your lips, skin, ears, hair, and eyes.

My breathing is shallow, a perfect mold

Of what lingers in the air, and in me.

Blindly Beautiful

From the plains of Africa

With stripes and tusks

To plant-less cities

With blinking cellphones

And headlights as stars

From the stacked stones

With miles of solitude

To coral reefs

With colorful life

And water like a glass prison

From the land of the rising sun

With tongue-tied language

To romance

With cathedrals like a castle to God

And the smell of coffee feeding passersby

From the barefooted temples

With a mantra of aligned hands

To the sunset low on the horizon

With natural sleep

And misshapen shadows

Life Above Us

A moon?

That piece of rock

Hanging in the sky?

Not hanging, but

Flying around Earth

A symbol of freedom

Each crater a scar—

A reminder of how it fights;

Fights to be flying

The earth is glued to the sky

The stars like the Sun’s minions

Its guards to keep order:

Little dipper,

Big dipper,

The Great Hunter

Tiny white dots as ponds

Are all codes

With their Morse code lights

The Earth spins and spins

Trapped in its escape plan

Twist, turn, roll, spiral

Repeat

The universe is dizzy from watching

Planets sway,

Stars Explode,

Earth tries to pull in the moon

For a hostage