An Honest Recount
Mar. 2nd, 2006
12:10 pm - Something in french just doesn't translate!
I cannot even begin to express how much I hate french right now! So I just had my drill session... and yea I'm bad at speaking french but I'm not completely stupid!
So we're "reviewing" 2 chapters of vocab words the second chapter is the wrong one. After she picks on me (after I told her that we're not doing chapter 4 in class) and realizes that I don't know the vocab of chapter 4 (we're doing vocab from chapter 3 and 5 in class and have skipped over 4) she decides to pick on me for the day. She has us read a handout and stops us every so often to ask if we understand one of the words. So she stops and asks me if I know the word "pollution".... No I'm not translating it for you guys.... thats the word in french "POLLUTION".... So I say "pollution?" with a look on my face that says "are you fucking kidding me? am i just so retarded in french that i seem to be beyond idiotic in english too?!" and she some how interprets that to be "oh she must not know what pollution means" and so she has people in the class describe it to me in french (by then im laughing) and then she turns to me and says "ça va? ça va?" (="do you understand?") and i'm like "oui, j'ai compris" (="yes I understood") and from that she somehow gets "no i still don't know what the fuck pollution is" and continues to have people explain. For the rest of the drill everyone in the class thought i was a fucking idiot and so everytime i started to speak they would interrupt and finish my sentences or speak for me as if I was a small child unable to speak for myself - can i say i have lost all respect for freshmen and if you're a freshmen reading this then I warn you to stay the hell out of my way until after spring break.
Yes, now lets put more emphasis on the word "POLLUTION" who the hell doesn't know what pollution is? a damn 5th grader knows what pollution is. what could she possibly think of me that would justify not knowing the word "POLLUTION"?!
I honestly think that something in french just didn't translate over. Yes I'm having a hard time in the actual class with mr parker so I'm guessing he told her I'm a little slow to learn - which in french is "en retard" - I can only assume from her (lets call it the) "POLLUTION theory" that while the french teacher and french intern were speaking together (in french - I assume) en retard (slow) was somehow understood as un retard (retard?! I can only assume this is how she took it)
But how could someone be able to go this far in french and still be so slow in learning as to not learn english or know the meaning of "POLLUTION" I'm sorry I keep restating it but I'm still in shock! I just can't get over it! And because this is only an entry and I will get no responses (at least not immediately) I am going to go vent to a real human being! POLLUTION mi culo!
angryOct. 15th, 2005
10:29 pm - Vassar campus October Break!!!
As I sit here reflecting on the $150+ I spent today Dan, Eric (or maybe Aaron...), and some third guy walk by happy to find some form of like in Lathrop. They live on the fourth floor... Dan was cute hence me not taking notice of the other guys names. They must be freshmen. Not that it matters I'm not interested in anyone who actually likes hanging out with people or who shows a remote interest in me when I'm not drunk.
Oh God how scary... I could have sworn I just heard Jame's very distinctive laugh through the door... he's not here for break is he? Nah couldn't be.
So I went to the sex shop giggles and ended up buying a whole new Dominatrix outfit and if Bob doesn't wanna spend halloween with me after seeing this then he's a eunuch. BTW: The costume is very easy to pull on and off...
I was looking for presents for people in the store but everything seemed so vulgar... They had blow up fuck dolls it was so gross! And there were elderly couple shopping around in there which kinda weirded me out. I feel so innocent and naive walking in to a place like that. But maybe we'll go back there again and I'll be over the shock of the... openness in the store. I DID buy a pair of sex dice but me being an only child would like to keep them for myself and some moronic man (Lucky Man just doesn't sound the same-I hate english majors and there alliteration grrr!)
We also went to the mall and tried to pick out a costume for Marina. We all think she should be a sexy police woman for halloween.
We went to target and I bought my 2nd Karaoke cd. It's a mix with teen songs like "Oops I Did It Again" and "Bump, Bump, Bump" but I think it will be fun. I saw a song with duets one of which was "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" But I think I can find a better compilation of that somewhere online.
I also bought mousse - inspired from the hair dying mousse. Yes you can see the red in the light... it's actually kind of nice this way but I still wanna try plum or something more showy later on this year. ::Cough cough:: Gee I really hope Clem somehow manage to fix her hair so that its no longer green... I think its because she wasn't supposed to wash her hair afterward. Well she said she used to wanna be a red head, maybe she can get it dyed red for a while...
So I also got food and some other stuff at Targets but I know you're thinking "gee Cat, that doesn't add up to $150+" (Unless your a Vassar student in which case trust me, the stuff I listed didn't add up to $150+). So if you want to find out waht else I got you'll just have to hurry back.
I definitely am hearing Jame's voice... the sad thing is that if he walks out into our hall I will totally show him what I bought.
Ahhh I can't wait til Bob so I can show him my costume and I fear what Steve might do with the zippers...
Hope you guys are having fun at home with molars to be removed and noses to be rearranged! Hurry back glupaya utkas!
soreOct. 8th, 2005
10:04 pm - Some just will never have greatness thrust upon them!
YAY! I'm glad I wrote the last entry when I did... now I have a date for when I first started bugging BOB! Well 3 weeks later - as of October 1st - I got a LITTLE more dutch courage than just knocking on his door. (Yes I was drunker than usual... off of life of course!)
We've made another bet, this time I'll be the first to admit I might very well lose. I bet him that I wouldn't visit his room until January (now updated to the end of November-because he REALLY is gonna miss me <-for those who can't pick up sarcasm :hint hint:) or else I owe him $50. If I win he has to come to the harvest ball at the end of november. Would anyone like to place bets in the betting books of Whitehall? (Yes more than one too many bodice rippers.)
Maybe if I just pretend he's a ballet class?
I'm still writing in LJ I just keep forgetting... they should reminders about having a lj you know?!
So I called Sam last night. He got his motorcycle and now just has to actually get his license.... considering how close he got to killing himself on a bike I really don't wanna know that hes riding a motorcycle. Maybe he'll fail? How do they test you on a motorcycle? Does the examiner get on the bike behind you and straddle you? It seems to me that the people who failed might try and bring up sexual assault charges out of spite.
Now for the fun part: Sam says he'll come visit me as soon as he gets his license.... hmmm how is THAT supposed to work out?
I just took Vicks44 and Afrin before my dance performance (the 2nd one) and I became totally drowsy for the performance and missed most of my cues... everyone said they didn't notice so I guess thats okay :(
I'm probably not making a lot of sense huh? I think I'm gonna be an alcoholic and take a shot to help me pass out and sleep all night - if mothers can do it to their babies then college students can do it to themselves right?
I'll write next week which should be interesting because my friends and I plan on going to a sex toy store in Poughkeepsie... just wait until you all get your birthday presents - just don't show them to your parents ::wink wink::
Das v danya, spakoy nochi... ya budu plakat!
sick.. againSep. 8th, 2005
12:08 am - I know I know "don't flirt with the freshmen!"
Last weekend I got a bit tipsy and visited BOB! with kath and clem. I definitely annoyed him but he opened his door the next night so I assume he had fun being annoyed. Hmmm... whatever happened to ily?
Next weekend he's coming to OUR dorm (yea right) so I guess that means when the [hi, I'm] bi dormal formal gets boring we'll visit.
Monday I had dance comp and all the one on one improv really freaked me out. As a dancer I'm already used to "close bodies" and various parts touching eachother but when its just pushing hands together while you're face to face with the person both wondering what to do next...
and thinking how lousy this feels...
and wondering if the other person is finding this just as miserable... or are they caught up in the moment....
yes it did feel like a bad makeout session. I even found myself reacting the same way... damn and all this time I was thinking my neck was "ticklish".
I just hope I don't have to do that again. Solo improv is fine and partnering is fine... I just don't want to have to do partnering improv with someone whose name I don't even know... I'm such an improv whore! Whats next? Elbow Sex between a brother and sister from transylvania?! (Is that just a french woods thing?)
Why couldn't the europeans have stayed on their land and left us (being native americans) alone?!
Look at the pic/icon its me! And NO my hand isn't in chris' crotch!
Yes I deleted them!Sep. 1st, 2005
09:46 pm - Library duckies
OMG TODAY I SAW BOB!!!! It was very exciting.
So I'm training Kath and shes just not getting how to check out a book! What a blonde!
She says she doesn't like anyone reading this but she's willing to sleep with you if your canadian.
Today we went to the farmers market... no one bought us soap :(
Can you believe our ratio for '09 is 50:50! Too bad they're freshmen hmmm....
Th guys must be upset.
DOES ANYONE READ THIS ANYMORE?!
tiredAug. 27th, 2005
05:53 pm - The new additions to my dorm room!
Soon to be introduced to my dorm room:
A Karaoke machine! (still only the grease cd!)
TV
VCR
2nd Hard Drive
3 plants
1 doormat/extra rug
1 floor lamp
over the bed netting stuff.... (how to solve a problem like naming)
1 scale (I refuse to regain my freshmen 15... I finally fit in my shorts and jeans again)... and I thought of poor Kurt-I'm so altruistic!
2 new pairs of pajamas
2 new pairs of sneakers
3 new pair of shoes (no sneakers)
Hip height fridge (my hip not jason's or kath's)
Roller Suitcase Portugal.... Greece... Don't care Ima goin!
A 2nd Mattress pad... I might turn the first into a creative futon?!
Costumes and props ( just wait and see wink wink)
I've got a lot more but I only felt like writing the most hedonistic... never was necessary... items on the list.
So I had this really weird dream about Bob.... I finally won him over and as he leans in to kiss me he becomes bald almost hairless with a potbelly and he only comes up to my nose AND his eyes were no longer beautiful! It was scary! It was one of the worst nightmares I've had in a long time!
I can't wait to see him so I can bug him again tho! I wonder if he lives in Allentown I know he def. doesn't live in philly.... who knows I might be his new neighbor and just haven't discovered it yet.
Now to pack everything I'm bringing back.... yes we rented an SUV to make the trip... no I don't think it will fit everything....
I got my new VS credit card with a $500 credit limit.... If only I could use a victoria secret credit card instead of mastercard to pay for all my books...
I wanna be a french maid for halloween.... or a dominatrix... I'm still deciding between the two.
Lots of love and HAHA LOSERS YOU'RE ALREADY BACK AT SCHOOL!
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Jun. 2nd, 2005
02:04 pm - Last Public If It Works?....
You are being punished for your lack of __________ if you decide you really do want to read whats written you'll have to contact ALL of us and we'll take a vote.
determinedMay. 28th, 2005
01:17 am - My mom said I'm too fat to model...
Today I saw Light in the Piazza. It was really good, I loved the harmony oh I would give about anything to be a soprano!
So today I bet my little jr I could take him... Actually he bet me that he could take me... I'm not sure what he meant by this but I'm competitive so whatever. We haven't decided what the stakes are yet... we're gonna bet on bowling first and he said he'd roll my ass down the lane! :gasp: So I told him I would violate him with a pool stick (we all know how good I can get with that) when we bet on a pool game. Gosh I think there are a lot of laced in sexual innuendos but I really am too naive to understand it all! (No I'm dead serious about that believe it or not.) Maybe I should stop calling him my little jr being as hes now gonna be a freshmen... 6 months younger?... God don't let me talk to the freshmen next year!!! Although... if I had decided to stay in private school I would currently be an incoming freshman... imagine how different our lives would have been then...
OMG all this talk of balls and sticks and thrusting and wrong holes! I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown! AHHHH!
BET - oh no wait... BTW I'm going to see the fleet monday if anyone in the general area is gonna be there call me... I guess this only applies to zev and the middle of no where NY people hmmm.... Is anyone else out there reading my lj? You don't gots to post a comment just give me a wink, wink, nudge, nudge and $20.
Don't you love pulling things out of your ass?... okay I didn't mean literally!
And I don't think its coincidence that men and mean are such similar words!
Disclaimer: NOTHING was implied as to Ross/Rachel when I listed those so everyone hop off it...
crazyMay. 27th, 2005
12:05 pm - Does this mean I wanna sleep with him?...
So I didn't do so badly on grades as I thought I would do. I mean how the hell did I get a B falling asleep for the test? And how did I managae to pull a B+ out of my ass when I still don't get ANYTHING when it comes to linear algebra?! And everything else I got an A on (taking VRDT for credit is a sure way to pull up your average-its higher than last semester-stinkin ballet!) How'd y'all do, strangers?
I had the worst, worst dream ever that could still not be considered a nightmare! I woke up crying and with heart palpitations (hey read my lj sub-name buddy!) And thats the first time thats happened since 5th grade when I was a die hard Dennis Rodman fan and I dreamed my dad was playing for Knicks! I'm not sure I even want to analyze this dream. I'm not sure I even WANT to ever really see the people from this dream again. Oh god it really was terrible!
confusedMay. 26th, 2005
01:35 am - I point and you same the name of it ;-P
I'm gonna marry Adam and name my child Ahkar Doh!
satisfiedMay. 25th, 2005
07:43 pm - I need braces again?!...
My teeth feel violated and betrayed. And I got my first filling today... tasted like lemons.
It's raining men!!!
So the Navy has landed and are ALLL OVER NY (lotsa sea men-hairy ppl have an odd sense of humor hunh?) I hadn't realized women would flock to see them. Though the women I heard talking about it were actually from NJ (that explains it :-P ). I don't think men in uniform are that sexy unless its a group of them... collectively they're hot. One by one... not so much. Hmmm I wonder what ever happened to Juan?... Last time I saw him he was in bed with my other prom date.
Speaking of pictures... don't make me load them... they are insignificant and I'll do it when we're back at school (with ethernet).
Oh and everyone should come to columbus circle so we can all have our pics taken on the friends set! they have all these random sets inside the time warner building... One of which is the real friends set. Who would be who? I think: (no insults intended)
Rachel- aunty pink (everyone loves!)
Phoebe-clem (the blonde hair-I can't help it!?)
Monica-hmmm... uptight bitch, weird eating issues, older men.... I wonder...
Joey-?! Je ne sais pas
Ross-Jason (I can't say why without someone taking offense but its really not a bad thing...)
Chandler-pairing people up is harder than I thought!...
Richard-hehe lets say Bob and I wouldn't dump him for not wanting children)
I would say Ashish is Ross too...
Okay all vassar guys are Ross (no other way around it!-he's the only feminine guy on the show!)
David (guy who keeps going to russia-was his name David? prob not)-Adam (don't even ask-atleast your not feminine!)
Well the girls were a lot easier than the guys. Who would you guys (tout le monde-its the damn man's fault!) cast for each part?
coldMay. 24th, 2005
12:37 am - Jason's real true father....
Finally saw Steve online and I think I've convinced him to create an lj. YAY! keep sellin babies auntie pink! and I think this should count as my post for the day even though the day hasnt really gone by... on the archive calender it counts!
tiredMay. 23rd, 2005
11:16 pm - My underwear matches my sneakers...
and the world will never know :sigh:
So I'm a little off the walls today and I have no clue why! Je n'ai pas de tout compris! So right now as a protest to the english language my pumpkin tush (isn't it a pretty name?) and I are using made up and big words incorrectly its an exciting game I feel like I am once again speaking at Vassar hahaha. But this whole time I thought I was getting stupider with the stuttering and not remembering any of those SAT words but it occurred to me after spending time with my friends that they slur along their speech more than I do and so I haven't changed its the I-know-way-too-much people surrounding me at Vassar! And once again thats the whole issue with our school system, class structure and testing servs. While well educated families raise their kids and are surrounded with big vocab of course the kids will be able to use it in context (even if they don't know the exact meaning) while in a NYC public school what kid with friends (and who doesn't get beat up) speaks that way? How can kids ask what words mean when they've never even heard the words in their fam or in their school?! I'm not a political person so this one way conversation in my head is getting a little odd and the bells are getting a little louder. I'll stop. But you know what I'm getting at.... BLAH evil cycle! must bring down the man with more solitaire!
So I randomly imed my ex's friend (though he used to be my friend first grrr) to try and see if the old crew could go play pool. I really hope that Andrae realizes that if he invites my ex I will never speak to him again. Its not that I'm not over my ex but he's so weird... He randomly calls me up a year after we break up with some girl making a prank phone call to my cell and then calling em back later to apologize?... Why the hell does he still even have my number... And he didnt even have a cell when I dated him so how could he even know my number still?! Then in the middle of this past school year he calls me up randomly to find out where I ended up and to ask how things are going? (Yeah clem thats the one I had you answer and tell I was in the shower-ah the good old days) And still I realize now... how the hell does he still have my number? And after 2 whole freakin years he still has my sn on block! Since I got my new sn (used same bl) I see him on there but not on niltac13 (and no its not me whose blocked him. Its just kinda weird... should I want to see someone who still randomly tries to bother me? Who has ever heard of a clingy guy?! (outside of vassar). So the friend and I exchanged numbers and we're all gonna play pool and maybe teach me how to drive? (okay so I havent asked yet) Is a 99 nissan altima safe? hehehe.
I'm being a major loser dork today and loving every minute of it! I finshed my 3rd romance novel of the summer (I can't believe Millie Criswell switched from random house to HQN - kath ur so mean!) This is really long and since I never read anyone else's entire entry when they're(oui?) this long I don't expect you to read all of mine. But I think typin it all has calmed me down and I'm ready to go to sleep. Why are all the lj clocks so weird?
Early to bed, early to rise is what makes Catlin lose all the guys! somethings can never come before sleep!
I found a store with good karaoke cd's! they got all the musicals wohoo now just the machine!
Wow I like the ditzy smiley!
ditzyMay. 22nd, 2005
11:00 pm - What if the chicken were to eat me alive?....
Today I got lost in sheepshead. I went to Manhattan Beach - I had been there before but I could have sworn it was Brighton Beach - and listened to bloody stories and odd incidents about high school friends. Then we went to the city to buy a router (and argued over whether or not it could also be called an airport-silly people know nothing of macs!) and got hungry so we stopped at fridays and ate. I remember why I hate eating with people in general as well as why I hate the whole process of dating and think friends with benefits is the solution to world peace. Either there's awkward silence, or too much talking, you gotta think about what to order, how to eat it without looking like a total pig while keeping a steady conversation flowing. While I am now (ALMOST) comfortable with doing this with friends - guys are a whole other issue (even distant guy friends). I then pissed off my bro by calling him saying I was in the neighborhood but with someone he didn't know and asking directions to a store. We walked all the way uptown to find out that the store was already closed (why the hell do stores close early on sundays?!) However on the way I found out that Sweet Charity was back on Broadway (Vassar really is a bubble) and was being sold at tkts. On the way back down to 42nd we saw Randy Johnson (?!-supposedly some big pitcher who just joined the Yankees) carrying a box of pizza. Sam flipped out, started calling everyone and giggling like a little banana girl. By the tim ewe reached 42nd we saw 2 police men (attempting) to run down the middle of 42nd st, along with cop cars all going in that direction. He claimed there was a shot but I was too distracted noticing that all the porn shops on 8th ave. had become staples and other chain stores (NYs definitely losin its character) There weren't any conveniently listed chick flick times so I ended up seeing Crash. I thought it was gonna be real bad (whenever I hear about a racism movie I roll my eyes) but seriously everyone this movie was amazing. There are a whole bunch of stories from different people, everyone making racist judgments against eachother all the stories tying together, people who seemed like good guys calling bad shots... there was no clear point of view, no good vs. evil, no clear ending or beginning or story line. It was amazing. Even if this doesn't sound like something you want to see (I know I didn't want to) You have to see it. WOW. So its been a gross, boring, exciting, deep day in which I learned how to count up to 10 in russian (its much harder than cantonese!) ras, dva, t-r-ee, cheeedite, pat, shaiste, siem, voicsiem, dya-vyid, dya-siet. Thats what it sounded like to me but apparently I'm also hearing it wrong. Oh wells.
I know I said I wouldn't do any of the full day recount stuff but add a whole bunch of perverted/racist/vulgar jokes - more on his behalf than mine (ok, ok and a few hairy jokes) and that was the weirdness of today. I feel like I no longer have that same comfort level with my friends that I used to have... or did I ever have it? I really am starting to believe I don't like spending time with people unless I'm drunk. Maybe I have social anxiety disorder... whats your diagnosis, Ashish?
okay12:46 pm - I'm about to become religious....
Let it rain! Let it rain! For the love of Catlin LET IT RAIN!!!! I'd even go as low as to watch :cringes: Star Wars!
anxiousMay. 21st, 2005
06:31 pm - Enough to make me wanna start dieting...
While I sit and type this there is a live jazz concert going on in the backyard 2 doors down from us ($65) and we can hear it for free. They're pretty good, the only sad part is there's no one like Thane to come and dance with :( . Along with the random music and artistic talents that can be found at every turn in (not middle of no where) NY, the shopping is... aggravating, tiring and a good workout. Tourists who have no clue where they're going, asking where they can find ground zero when the'ye a block away, all the non english speaking people in the dressing rooms of century21. While we do get some b & t people (bridge and tunnel people-annoying japs and wasps not foreign to our country but def. not a new yorkers-although if you ask them they'll claim to be) most are either ghetto ass new yorkers or truly foreigners. No more of that middle america, everyone knowing each other... wasp mall type situation (I cringe to recall).
Today at century21 I got pink sneakers, blue booty yoga pants, and a neon orange bra-perfect outfit huh? Hehe I just felt like I should mention clothes to stump the guys and make my boring day more colorful... literally. Are my eyebrows weird?
On to other senses... scents. One of the things I thought I'd miss most about one of my closest friends at vassar would be their scent-something I always thought of as safe, secure, and comfy. Today I put on my old deodorant (the one I use at home) and realized it was the same scent-its a little disconcerting that I use the same deodorant as a guy. But atleast I won't miss them (him) anymore.
Oh and remind me all to email you a pic. I developed pics and I found the one with emily on kath's back (1 in 4 day). Then the other one of Jason having to keep a spoon I had used (was it?) in his mouth and kath making her most beautiful face haha.
Screw marriage. I'm gonna self-reproduce and name my child Monkey Balls.
Disconcerted02:18 am - Hi my name is Kath and I've been an alcoholic for 19 years....
First and specialist happy bday Adam although technically its not your bday right now I figure this is about the time your ought to have started partying (or is middle of no where NY REALLY middle of no where NY?) Hope you don't get to wasted. Take care.
Though nothing can be important as my twin bro's bday... I asked my mother today where the alcohol was. She told me that we no longer had any in the house, I had already finished the last of it.
For dear auntie pink let me explain: rubbing alcohol.
I started my second romance novel of the summer this one taking place partly in Italy, where I don't think guys being hairy would bother me too much. (Hey if I can like Bob then I can like a foreign Bob ;-P ) But imagining a macho Italian guy (looking very similar to Rachel's guy in friends, only not such a slimeball) got me trying to compare futures with a French guy. Just putting the two in comparison made the french one look weaker, more feminine (something no vassar girl wants to rediscover outside of vassar). This got me questioning whether I'm taking the right language... I mean do I want a villa along the riviera or a villa (same name?) with a vineyard and the sun setting and just more red and brick and orange sky. Who would be better in bed? A french guy or an Italian? I'm thinking the Italian which has set my language requirements at Vassar back a whole year! I don't wanna go meet a hot guy in Paris I wanna go meet a hot guy Venice! I'm quite put out by this shocking realization. I think I will watch French Kiss again this weekend in the hopes of rekindling my fancy for a tall dark handsome frenchman with a villa along the riviera.
Last but even more important than my bro... I am going to marry a Mr. Catlin - don't care what his first name is just as long as he's azn - and name our first born son zhrun-kin. After the heir and the spare I will name my daughter Syl-lee.
Happy days, happy wishes, I hope you guys are all having a blast... well all of you guys reading this (and the only way I know if your reading is if you post a comment! hint hint) so to those of you who comment I bless you with a summer lovin' that will have you a blast and a summer lovin' that will happen so fast. And if you find yourself knocked up just shake?.....
scaredMay. 20th, 2005
01:28 pm - Do I still like chicken?...
I had the weirdest dream last night. It started at camp I was in my old G11A bunk but everyone there was vassar people (like always) So we were seeing the play Into The Woods in the kramer (was that what we called it?! I can't remember!) Its a theater in the round with an entrance on every corner hehe (its true but sounds funny) So I was sitting there watching it with my bro's gf who moved to colorada (?!) and (I lied) a girl from camp and when it was time for the cast to enter with a certain song the piano player was missing and so the whole audience started humming the music so that they could finish this (of course matt windman was somewhere in the audience along with all the HOBs) and couldn't you picture random people at fwf doing that? So during intermission we're sitting around in a bunk and by we I mean clem, ashish, little jason, kath and maybe some other random people I can't remember. And we're playing a game (I can't believe I didnt think of this game last year so we could really play it) You name a body part and a group within which you can pick from (lathrop, all of vassar, entire world etc.) and then everyone writes down theIR choice(I was skimming through links to other ppls entries-though emily will never read this I'm making an effort-is it right? and whoever has that "drop it like its hot" icon is awesome) So we said "boobs" and "stars" and I wrote down Keira Knightly... (?!?!?!) Then we had to go back after intermission only it was no longer Into The Woods it was a random slide show with broadway tunes on the side. We were sitting up higher, all the way on the side (you know what the theater looks like... eh w/e). I was laying all over Squares (my 11th grade ex's h.s. buddy?!) and Clem was a row behind me laying all over NOT ROBERTO (iydkiwt) and we both kept falling over the edges of the benches all the way to the floor... we weren't drunk but everything was kinda blurry and moving. Then I woke up. I looked forward to any interpretations of this dream only keep it clean-like I do. :-P
Chris ditched me for studying today. We were supposed to play pool but he has finals and a c- avg in his major (ouch). Why is it that everyone else left earlier than me and their friends were already done with school, meanwhile I left last and all my friends still have finals this next week?! And I'm tired of guys ditching me! Its gotten to the point where last summer I was surprised when David DID show up to go see Harry Potter with me. (How f'd up!) Though I have a confession to make: I, die hard Harry Potter fan, fell asleep in the middle of the movie. But it was my third time seeing it and I had just gotten off work! Ah I still love Tom Felton and if you look at my aim icon you'll see he has grown out of the awkward stage and is once again beautiful.
hungry02:40 am - Do you think I'm easy?...
Okay so recently I've been sleeping around a lot. I mean within the past 3 days its been about 7 different times. I've slept in my french test (the one I regret most), my ex-dorm room (last time thing), the backseat of my uncle's car (we've decided to wait and see what happens when the school year begins), the backseat of my own car (a backup when you can't find somewhere else), my parents bed (ew?), my bed (the "steady" I've found) and the couch (it makes me feel comfy and cherished). I knew I was exhausted but damn. I'm not afraid to admit it... most days you'll find me spreading my legs lying on just about anything soft and somewhat horizontal. Who sleeps with their legs closed?! Really now.
More on the serious side though... I have a Q and I really am curious to know EVERYONE'S opinion so please post a comment and while its applicable to many situations just justify your pick or give the hypothetical you think about when choosing your answer. It's simple:
Would you rather postpone the inevitable (even if it might bring you more pain in the end) or get it over and done with, and deal with the pain (though possibly less) right now? While you could apply this to death I prefer not to have anything morbid (except for sex discussions) posted. This is a happy lj... usually.
While I see the logic in getting it over and done with and I usually wish, after everything blows over, that I had chosen that option, I find that 9/10 times I choose to postpone the inevitable. While I can only think of one time when it ended up not hurting at all, does anyone really have the self control to say "please rip out my balls today so I won't have them slowly twisted off next month" (figurative balls of course) although the guys could use this as their hypothetical (if your boring and uncreative and no longer wanna be my friend).
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