Am I Coherent Enough to Write an Entry?
God. I'm so tired. Fa la. And, I'm making so many typos that it's pissing me off. I didn't get to get my coffee. Why? Oh, maybe because even though I arrived at 6:15, I didn't get my assignment until 6:52!!!!!!!!! What the. I tried to stand in line at Mocha Delites, but I would have been later than I already was (which was a whopping minute...grr!).
I'm hungry too. Renh. Then due to lack of foresight I didn't ask for Danny's password earlier. I was going by what Saul told me. Maybe I misunderstood him. I thought about asking him to text it to me earlier (in the week), but I forgot. I had to text him (and call, oops) this morning. I was also going to play The Sims, but Danny didn't love me enough to keep Sims 2 on the computer. Maybe he was too traumatized. He almost killed/mentally broke/ and incinerated his Sims in less than 5 minutes. It was crazy but I laughed so hard that day.
*yawns biggly*
At least I get off at 11...but again the day isn't mine. I'm helping Saul run errands. I really just wanna sleep...but I need to clean the apartment. We're not gonna have much time to get things done. I think I'm gonna eat down here before we head to the house. Hungreh! He's meeting me around 11:15-11:30ish.
Two girls and a priest walk into a bedroom...
Maybe.
I don't know.
I don't know if she's straight or not. I'm willing to share. I wonder if she is.
"Can I call you?" Enh...I'm considering it.
We interupt our daily depravity for this special report!
Umm. There's a fucking duststorm outside. It wasn't that windy when I got here. I thought it was rain at first? But no. It's dirt. I don't know my cardinals so I'll say it's blowing left to right. I'm facing Starbucks. It's freaky ooking. Where is it all coming from?! Maybe it's the fog. Ahh! DRJELAJRLEJF!! *snorts and snickers*
We now return you to your regularly scheduled novella.
For some reason everyone finds it funny when I say that I'm out of stock/need to go shopping. I guess it's the way I casually refer to people as if they're objects sometimes, like milk or bread. Would you not agree that some people are expendable or replaceable? I always keep backups as insurance in case those in front do something stupid. Like this last dude. Once I consciously began, I replaced him in two days. Had another in my pocket. Thought, "I could train him." And I did.
Dale may be irreplacable, as I'm so often yet frustratingly told I am...but it isn't like I couldn't phase him out. I'm still debating. We'll see in the upcoming weeks. Besides he's costing me money. I just need another sign and I'll know exactly what to do. I'm just so damned impatient and a notorious conclusion jumper.
And that's (one of the many reasons)
why they call me Frost...
which I actually prefer to my own name...
but only a few know about it and how/why it came about.
I'm really not going to be able to restock until I have my own connection, though.
Slee-payeeeeeuh!
I kept Michael up Wednesday morning, and I felt so bad about it I left all my paper material in his room so I couldn't finish it. I ended up having to skip my 1 o' Clock to get it done. I dicked around and dicked around because I thought the paper was stupid and unworthy of my time.
I love the class though (Social Psych). We were faced with a hypothetical question about what we'd do if we could get away with it, no repercussions, etc.
Apparently we were more anti-social than those in the study. It was anonymous ballot. I wanted to put down my first response but I watered it down. Unfortunately I made it so vague that it got discounted. Plus, someone else answered something along that line and everyone did the "yikes" answers. "O-kay...!" Then tried to laugh it off. Right. Oh, and there were all of those bullshit rob a bank type things. Boo.
I wish I had went with my gut and just said "murder." It's true...why pretend? I'd do it once, to see if I could...practice...then just start knocking people off. Then I would look for my work on the news. *shrugs* This is why I can't have superpowers. I'd abuse them. "You what?! *zizzap!*"
Anyway, I learned a bit ago that people can't always take frankness. It doesn't help that I have a tactose intolerance.
I also learned the truth doesn't set you free. The truth gets you locked up for days, but you get some smashing scrambled eggs while they try to figure you out. Num. I was certain it was an underground Soylent Green lair. All the food was good, or maybe it was bad and the drugs made it good. But I was tucking them inside my cheek for a few days...so I don't know. Shwee! Yeah.
Don't worry...we're nearing the home stretch.
Our meeting yesterday was a wash because the initial plans were yanked from under up like a bad carpet trip. We ended up doing coming out stories. Feh. I went to get a soda (I really was thirsty though). I told mine. Whatever. What was interesting was this one girl's, though. I didn't think anyone else had experienced MDI. Hartwell sounded incredulous upon hearing...but that's customary. I wanted to say more to her about it.
Man. It was like my mom, and my aunts, and my great aunt, and that one cousin (and that roommate when I was 18...)...it's hard to verify with other people for the sensitivity of it. Also, as was noted in the precious literature there is on the topic, it can be seen as pretty ambiguous. Mothers are seen as more affectionate and you could transfer that to female relatives as far as how they're seen anyway.
"Oh yeah? Did they take pictures of you? No...I mean after the lotion down. You know..they spell out your name on your back in lotion and call the others in before taking the shot? No? Oh, me neither."
"Did your mom do the cop frisk game with you in the tub too? Ah. Just kidding."
"Whew! I thought I was the only one whose aunts would call them into their bathroom after they showered just to see them naked. Not you? Ack."
"You didn't have to stop hugging your aunt because she would always grab your ass? Oh, okay."
And so on. And so forth. Feh.
There are a million other ways that women have screwed me over, but I'm trying to stay on task with the sexual/pseduosexualness. I believe I liked girls first before anyone touched me. I think all of that just made me very guarded and untrusting with women. *smirks* I believe they've hindered me from being a lesbian. It's hard to be attracted to women and hate them at the same time.I lost my train of thought. I think I was done though.
*insert coffee here*
An hour and 5 minutes left...pleh
K.
P.S: If Saul and I weren't going out...I think I'd want IHOP. I need eggs. *le pout*