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Alright guys, this will be my last posting for a few weeks at the least. I doubt many people will miss me because I posted in SPCAO (for nonhobbesters, it's a great playground for crude, politically incorrect, downright weird humor) for people to keep me updated on the goings on and funny things - no one has replied to me.
It's more than likely because there's some new girls. Those poor boys flock to anything with boobs until they scare them away. And I am the cursed child who hasn't yet in 5 years found a good girl friend in this town except for Chichi. I'm a prude, I don't scream like a whiney girl, I don't enjoy Britney Spears albums or Aaron Carter (then again, who does?), I don't enjoy purses or pretty things. However, I did very much enjoy the Notebook, and I carry a purple Pochacco wallet..Thus I rant about being a boy.
Davis Gary was an okay dorm. But the girls liked to take showers together and jump around the hall in underwear singing country music. They used their blowdryers in the hall, screamed like 5 year olds and constantly pulled the fire alarm if boys came near. No wonder I spent more time in Moore Hall than that place. Well, inside Moore and out on the benches. Nothing like watching tv outside on some benches with your name carved in them and laughing with a bunch of guys (ones with which you've made every point to tell them theres no chance in hell for a date/sex). It was like I had a shitload of brothers. Except for going to the Hall when they don't let you dance with other guys because theyre so protective. Nothin like Shot of the Week, listening to Led Zeppelin over a muted tv and enjoying some beer before Yell Practice. Nothing like hanging from a loft drunk, the unmentionable thing that happens to engineering projects in the quad or stealing things. I think my college life ended the last time I sat on a bench. I would say I miss my boys, but I still see some of them, and most of them are not the same. So I will say I miss those 3 years. Le sigh.
I have commissioned Charman to take me out for professional/more feminine things to wear when I become a teacher. Apparently they have dress codes that require panty hose and specific dress lengths. But Charman is always stylish and classy so he will pick me out some nice things I'm sure. That and Esther got a job at Baker's Shoe Store so she can get me some nice shoes. These rules, hours, and such make me seriously consider whether or not I would like to be a teacher. I've been looking up
human resources jobs but apparently Texas is in no need for sociologists - surprise surprise. Maybe I should do my own research. I want to keep my peircing, and I'd like to get an industrial in my ear. I wonder if they let teachers have those sorts of things. Should I just get a tattoo on my face and complain that they discriminate? Oh alas, I would never do that.
Tomorrow I leave for New York. Patrick said he'd think about going, but we'll see what he's decided later. He can stay in CS and make 400 bucks or come meet my fun grandmother. My family is ridiculously great. Which reminds me I have a picture of my dad in boxers doing the hulahoop I need to put up somewhere. I'm a little worried about seeing my cousins because I haven't seen them in a while, and it's always awkward until the last day, but then we have to leave. I think they're all 14, 16ish, which might be fun, but also means they might be running off with their friends. Then I get stuck with the old folks and talking about politics and what I'm going to do with my life. I wonder what kind of politics people talk about in the boonies of New York. Kerry and Edwards probably.
Oh yeah, that reminds me I saw a guy in Hobby Lobby yesterday wearing an "Ags for Kerry" tshirt. I barely looked his way and he got all paranoid looking waving his arm around his shirt. Why would I care who he's voting for, it doesnt matter. But if he's going to wear that shirt in CS and walk around all paranoid and covering it up, there's something wrong there lol..People should be believe more strongly in themselves and their beliefs. (I may be a hypocrite on this, but I can't think of what or how right now)..
Well I'm supposed to be packing and making some cd's for my dad to keep him entertained and awake. Yall have a good rest of the summer, and Ill check in before surgery probably. Be good :)
It's more than likely because there's some new girls. Those poor boys flock to anything with boobs until they scare them away. And I am the cursed child who hasn't yet in 5 years found a good girl friend in this town except for Chichi. I'm a prude, I don't scream like a whiney girl, I don't enjoy Britney Spears albums or Aaron Carter (then again, who does?), I don't enjoy purses or pretty things. However, I did very much enjoy the Notebook, and I carry a purple Pochacco wallet..Thus I rant about being a boy.
Davis Gary was an okay dorm. But the girls liked to take showers together and jump around the hall in underwear singing country music. They used their blowdryers in the hall, screamed like 5 year olds and constantly pulled the fire alarm if boys came near. No wonder I spent more time in Moore Hall than that place. Well, inside Moore and out on the benches. Nothing like watching tv outside on some benches with your name carved in them and laughing with a bunch of guys (ones with which you've made every point to tell them theres no chance in hell for a date/sex). It was like I had a shitload of brothers. Except for going to the Hall when they don't let you dance with other guys because theyre so protective. Nothin like Shot of the Week, listening to Led Zeppelin over a muted tv and enjoying some beer before Yell Practice. Nothing like hanging from a loft drunk, the unmentionable thing that happens to engineering projects in the quad or stealing things. I think my college life ended the last time I sat on a bench. I would say I miss my boys, but I still see some of them, and most of them are not the same. So I will say I miss those 3 years. Le sigh.
I have commissioned Charman to take me out for professional/more feminine things to wear when I become a teacher. Apparently they have dress codes that require panty hose and specific dress lengths. But Charman is always stylish and classy so he will pick me out some nice things I'm sure. That and Esther got a job at Baker's Shoe Store so she can get me some nice shoes. These rules, hours, and such make me seriously consider whether or not I would like to be a teacher. I've been looking up
human resources jobs but apparently Texas is in no need for sociologists - surprise surprise. Maybe I should do my own research. I want to keep my peircing, and I'd like to get an industrial in my ear. I wonder if they let teachers have those sorts of things. Should I just get a tattoo on my face and complain that they discriminate? Oh alas, I would never do that.
Tomorrow I leave for New York. Patrick said he'd think about going, but we'll see what he's decided later. He can stay in CS and make 400 bucks or come meet my fun grandmother. My family is ridiculously great. Which reminds me I have a picture of my dad in boxers doing the hulahoop I need to put up somewhere. I'm a little worried about seeing my cousins because I haven't seen them in a while, and it's always awkward until the last day, but then we have to leave. I think they're all 14, 16ish, which might be fun, but also means they might be running off with their friends. Then I get stuck with the old folks and talking about politics and what I'm going to do with my life. I wonder what kind of politics people talk about in the boonies of New York. Kerry and Edwards probably.
Oh yeah, that reminds me I saw a guy in Hobby Lobby yesterday wearing an "Ags for Kerry" tshirt. I barely looked his way and he got all paranoid looking waving his arm around his shirt. Why would I care who he's voting for, it doesnt matter. But if he's going to wear that shirt in CS and walk around all paranoid and covering it up, there's something wrong there lol..People should be believe more strongly in themselves and their beliefs. (I may be a hypocrite on this, but I can't think of what or how right now)..
Well I'm supposed to be packing and making some cd's for my dad to keep him entertained and awake. Yall have a good rest of the summer, and Ill check in before surgery probably. Be good :)