Thirty one minutes of Group Sex
Hi all.
Scree.
I got up early this morning to do this chemistry lab. Which kinda blew and all during the lab I almost kept making mistakes and my lab partner was like "hey are you sure you wanna do that?" HAHA she was nice though. I was just sleepy. The activities director came in and gave us USA ribbons.
Then I walked around campus and was just generally loud for 2.5 minutes, couldn't concentrate on studying so I decided I was hungry and went to McDonald's. I bought some hashbrowns and brought one to my mom at work. I came home, studied, then went to class and rocked the casbah on my literature test. I was being really loud in literature too. Someone said they "wanted what I was on."
I'm high on life, muthafugga!
No actually I ate breakfast and ran that morning so I was hyper.
I was feeling social today so I went outside and tried to talk to people but they all got in this circle and suddenly they were all looking at me and then they were talking about my Jewishness and how I was a lesbian because I wouldn't kiss this guy who wanted to know what it was like to kiss a girl with a lip piercing. Which actually makes sense because I don't think any of them has ever seen me with a guy...hm...perhaps because I don't hang all over the nasty theater boys and seriously question my sexuality like so many of the others do?
I know I'm antisocial. Blow me.
I knew they were joking but I went inside (it was rainy and crappy anyway) and talked to someone else for a while in the library. This "someone" I talked to is the one I also keep flipping off (he knows I'm not serious though). I have such a fear of him and I don't know why. I don't even know if I really even like him. I just respect him maybe. Or perhaps he just confuses me more than other people. At any rate, he's fun to make talk sometimes when I have nothing better to do. I usually have people pretty figured out...*sigh*.
I hate looking at new Chuck Taylors. I hate wearing them, too. They are uncomfortable. They are the coolest shoes ever but damn for about a month or so they suck and look too white.
I hate the word poseur.
I hate poseur kids.
I hate girl poseur kids that wear stupid Hot Topic clothes.
I hate the cliche way that sounds but it truly makes me angry because it takes what I've always been and turns it into a huge commercial joke. It's like finding bits of your grandmother's doilies shrinkwrapped and given out as toys in cereal boxes.
Don't you like how I made this day sound long. HAR HAR HAR.
Scree.
I got up early this morning to do this chemistry lab. Which kinda blew and all during the lab I almost kept making mistakes and my lab partner was like "hey are you sure you wanna do that?" HAHA she was nice though. I was just sleepy. The activities director came in and gave us USA ribbons.
Then I walked around campus and was just generally loud for 2.5 minutes, couldn't concentrate on studying so I decided I was hungry and went to McDonald's. I bought some hashbrowns and brought one to my mom at work. I came home, studied, then went to class and rocked the casbah on my literature test. I was being really loud in literature too. Someone said they "wanted what I was on."
I'm high on life, muthafugga!
No actually I ate breakfast and ran that morning so I was hyper.
I was feeling social today so I went outside and tried to talk to people but they all got in this circle and suddenly they were all looking at me and then they were talking about my Jewishness and how I was a lesbian because I wouldn't kiss this guy who wanted to know what it was like to kiss a girl with a lip piercing. Which actually makes sense because I don't think any of them has ever seen me with a guy...hm...perhaps because I don't hang all over the nasty theater boys and seriously question my sexuality like so many of the others do?
I know I'm antisocial. Blow me.
I knew they were joking but I went inside (it was rainy and crappy anyway) and talked to someone else for a while in the library. This "someone" I talked to is the one I also keep flipping off (he knows I'm not serious though). I have such a fear of him and I don't know why. I don't even know if I really even like him. I just respect him maybe. Or perhaps he just confuses me more than other people. At any rate, he's fun to make talk sometimes when I have nothing better to do. I usually have people pretty figured out...*sigh*.
I hate looking at new Chuck Taylors. I hate wearing them, too. They are uncomfortable. They are the coolest shoes ever but damn for about a month or so they suck and look too white.
I hate the word poseur.
I hate poseur kids.
I hate girl poseur kids that wear stupid Hot Topic clothes.
I hate the cliche way that sounds but it truly makes me angry because it takes what I've always been and turns it into a huge commercial joke. It's like finding bits of your grandmother's doilies shrinkwrapped and given out as toys in cereal boxes.
Don't you like how I made this day sound long. HAR HAR HAR.