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| 01.28.04 (6:15 pm) [edit] |
Yea. So. Baroque music is so lame. I hate it. Even though it's really not so bad... I just don't want to listen to some guy sing soprano. I don't like it. It's just not normal.
So tomorrow is moving day. I'm so psyched. It stopped snowing, and it's going to be sunny and gorgeous. Ripe conditions to skip class to move into my new place.
I didn't go running yet today. I guess I should do that later. I really need to get cracking on this getting hot thing.
Superbowl coming up Sunday... Anybody want to donate junk food? It's very important.
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| House for me! |
| 01.27.04 (9:21 am) [edit] |
Yea so I finally found a place to live... We're signing stuff and moving in tomorrow. Ooooh yea. :)
So, it's right next to the ghetto, but it's on the nice street. So hopefully I won't get mugged on some fine summer day while I'm walking the half mile to class.
The landlord is so rad. He's some lawyer from some crazy firm and he said that he owns over 100 apartments and he just does it for shits and giggles. I guess whatever floats your boat... or fills the bank account... either way...
On a sad note, mommy just lost her job. It's pretty crappy what happened to her because her bosses hate her and discriminate against her all the time, so now they're basically forcing her to quit. Apparently, according to them, 9 years of working the job she's got isn't nearly enough experience to qualify her for the job. Does that make sense? They fucking suck. If I was burly enough I'd go in there and stab them all in the balls repeatedly with a ball point pen.
So after having a conversation with a crying mommy on the phone last night, I'm gonna go home and give her some hugs and stuff today. And then I'm gonna ask daddy for money. :)
Alright so that's that for today. Catch you on the flip side, motherfucker.
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| Friday night... at the campus center? |
| 01.23.04 (6:55 pm) [edit] |
Ok. So. It's Friday night, and I'm sitting in the campus center eating chinese food and searching for apartments. Having no house really blows the fun out of my social life... whether I had a social life before is debatable. ;)
I'm tired. I took a nap earlier but my stupid roommate woke me up. I hate him. He's a crapface.
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| Ugh. |
| 01.23.04 (12:31 pm) [edit] |
Ok. So. On a scale from good to completely ridiculous, my week has been completely ridiculous.
I'm basically living out of the trunk of my car... And a hotel room. But it sucks. Negative on the fun.
Here's some eye candy for you:
Why is there no heat in this kitchen?
"Why am I awake?" angry face.
"I hate this hotel." angry face.
There. That's fun.
Other than the whole not having a house thing, my week hasn't been notably awful. So that's a bonus.
Now is when I go to find myself somewhere to live, so, don't expect no goddamn entries in this thing for atleast 2 hours!
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| Hotel Living. |
| 01.19.04 (3:22 pm) [edit] |
Ok. So. Now I'm living in a hotel, some crazy suite type deal. Which... isn't too shabby considering my entire house is frozen solid. Everything froze. And I guess the worker guys stole a bunch of stuff from the house, and homeless people are walking around in there cuz they broke in and stuff.
The worker dudes suck. They knocked out all the ceiling tiles to fix the pipes, right? So the other night when we were allowed into the house to get our shit out, some of us had ceiling tiles just everywhere. There was just crap all over the floors and on their beds and couches and whatnot. Of course in my room the tiles were stacked neatly and put up against a wall. They must have suspected that my room was a girls' room and they felt bad or something.
So yea. I think they condemned the house anyways because there are huge padlocks on all the doors that nobody has keys to. So to get our stuff we have to go through a door that leads through somebody's room that lives there. That sucks some major cock, let me tell you. The poor guy has 19 people going in and out of his room to get their stuff. =/
So yes. To top everything off, school is in full session, and today is some holiday I guess. Of course WPI doesn't recognize holidays... So I had school. Why did I want to be smart again?
My car works! Whoo!
Patriots won! To the Houston!
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| I didn't want to do homework yet. |
| 01.15.04 (5:05 pm) [edit] |
Things I learned while procrastinating:
-Average speed of male ejaculation: 28 mph
-Two in every thousand men are capable of giving themselves fellatio.
-Smallest functional penis recorded on a man: 4/5 inch
-Largest functional penis recorded on a man: 11 inches
-The largest testicles in the world belong to the Northern White Whale, they weigh 2,200 pounds.
-There's more protein in an average ejaculation than a medium sized pork chop.
Supersex. By Tracy Cox. It's a great book. :)
More interesting tidbits of info as I get them. I swear.
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| Edumacation. |
| 01.15.04 (4:00 pm) [edit] |
Education. The path from blissful ignorance to miserable uncertainty.
So school started today, and I had no refuge other than a coffee shop and my un-heated house to retreat to when not in class. Oh god was it cold out today. Even the angry neighbor felt bad for me when I walked up to campus in this ridiculous negative temperatures weather.
So. Looks like my classes so far aren't too bad. Maybe I'll catch a glimpse of a social life this term... Maybe. Or maybe I'll still have my face welded to a book... Or a computer screen. I'm taking some crazy AutoCAD course. I'll find out how bad it'll be tomorrow. I'm worried. I think I need somebody to hold my hand. =/
One handed typing is my style, after all. *wink wink*
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| School? But I can't even read! |
| 01.14.04 (4:08 pm) [edit] |
Ok so school starts tomorrow. I'm taking the lamest classes ever... But that's cool. The only thing that sucks is that I have to commute from mommy's house until the house is fixed... And my car doesn't work in these subzero temperatures apparently. My clutch is retarded, and chances are it hates me, so. Tomorrow morning I'll be rocking the minivan.
Poo.
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| Meh. |
| 01.14.04 (10:20 am) [edit] |
I went running today! I'm finally gonna get hot again! I should really stay at mommy's more often. There's nothing else to do but work out.
It's 3 degrees outside. I'm convinced that the weather hates us. In the words of mother nature, "Fuck you guys." I swear I heard a patch of ice say that to me. I swear... (Cue the guys in white coats.)
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| Late Night Whining |
| 01.13.04 (10:30 pm) [edit] |
I bought socks today. Wool blend, no less. And pens. School on Thursday. Thumbs down.
I've been considering my fear of commitment thing tonight. I really wish that I could get over it for the right boys... I just don't get it. It doesn't make any sense at all. See, the way it works is that once I find a boy that I want for more than just shits and giggles and rogering, he fucks me over somehow. Or things just go bad. Why do I bother attempting to get attached? I know it's just gonna end up hurting me. Like now... and every time before. Kind of sucks.
Rogering. I like that term.
Good news! My clutch works! I can shift my stick again!
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| Well. Look at this! |
| 01.13.04 (8:11 pm) [edit] |
An unexpected bonus for just about every guy on the planet.
He’s plowing you and you’re yelling for more.
Talk dirty, talk cheap, scream his name, scream complete gibberish. No matter.
You are the Mariah Carey of the bedroom and he loves every fucking syllable that spews from your luscious mouth.
Maybe you’re the "Mary the Librarian" type by day.
But by night, honey, watch out.
The vocal chords let loose with everything your heart and mind have been thinking about all day long.
:wink:
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| Bah. Who needs heat? |
| 01.13.04 (6:18 pm) [edit] |
So... I'm at the mommy's house again since my house in Worcester is deemed un-inhabitable. If I haven't complained to you yet, here's the story:
-The landlords hate us. So. We've never had consistant heat, and now we have none at all. It's fun heating your house by holding the fridge open.
-The landlords didn't pay their bills like good little boys. So. No oil=No heat=Frozen Pipes=Splash.
-Oh yes, 14 inches of standing water in the basement now. Yay for swimming?
So what does one do when there is no heat left in the house and it's 4 degrees outside? Make mudslides, of course.
So... Yea. Now I have to leave my door wide open so that anybody that wants to take my stuff can go right ahead. It's open so that they can fix my pipes. "These pipes.... are clean!" I bought Cabin Boy for $6 at Best Buy the other day. :)
Last night when Steak and I went to the house, I was uncommonly paranoid that the pipe-fixer guys were smelling my undies. There was a bucket with a hose in it right next to my undies basket. I was -very- worried about my undies. I caused a ruckus and then hid them so the dirty fixer guys won't look at them. Or smell them.
- It's 2 o'clock. Do you know where your undies are? -
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| Ok now me. |
| 01.13.04 (6:09 pm) [edit] |
Alright, so I finally decided to jump on that proverbial bandwagon and make myself a public journal. Now all my friends and stalkers alike can find out what I'm complaining about every day! 8)
Go me.
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