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today i woke up late, missing my first essay exam at 8:30. to calm myself down, i blew $3.51 on a white chocolate mocha, and i refuse to admit to myself that it was really just coffee with a looot of milk and a loooot of sugar. it calmed my nerves though. this of course, is the class led by the 80 year old man with a stutter and a hump, and he's just darling, so chances are i can make it up if i plead "flu shot shortage!" on him. i wish i had educational morals.
i have another test in about an hour. i know half the chapter down pat. the other half is a mystery to me because i said 'fuck you!' to that class about two weeks ago and stopped going. but i have confidence. after all, it's friday.
this weekend will (hopefully, god willing) be a calm one. i am thinking about going to the grocery store later and buying the ingredients for a shepard's pie, because it's chilly outside (yeah, chilly. i'm wearing a sweater. shut the hell up.) and comfort food seems like the most obvious thing to eat. i guess i just feel like boarding the carb train to fat town. mmmmmm. toot toot.
everyone thinks i'm a huge bitch now. which i think is hilarious because come on guys, is there a nicer person than me? i couldn't hate anyone if i tried. in fact, as a testament to my not hating anyone, i'm going to talk to true lawton at my math test in a half hour and tell him that i would like to start being civil again. i can't speak for my (maybe) best friend, but i'm dooone with grudges. oh wait, he's a republican. scratch that idea. no, no. i promise. i will be nice from now on.
halloween pudding.
so there's this hippie girl that rides the same bus route as me, and i think i'm in love with her. she's black and has this amazing afro she always ties up in a headband, and she wears funky home made clothes and doesn't shave her armpits. she has this amazing latino hippie boyfriend/husband and this adorable little mulatto hippie baby girl. did i mention she doesn't shave her armpits? i am just overly fascinated like that. the best part? she doesn't smell at all. the hair under her arms is actually kind of cute. the point of this paragraph is that, being a slave to public transportation (i'm not complaining, i love it), i run into the most interesting people. don't you get tired of seeing the same 18-21 year olds every day? i get to talk to different people every day of my life. for instance, the best person i've ever run into on the bus was a post-op transsexual. forgive me if i have the terminology wrong. a man, who is now a woman. anyhow, she works at a doctor's office as a receptionist. she's really pretty, too. i feel bad for her though-- i know she's scared. one day a cadre of inner-city youths rowdily boarded the bus and she was visibly shaken. she buried her head in her handbag, pretending to be really interested in her hand lotion. she didn't look up until the kids had gone all the way to the back of the bus. i am so in love with that post-op transsexual.
i know, i'm in love with everybody, right? i must have the weirdest tastes. no, i'm not gay, or romantically interested in sex-change patients. do any of you believe in love at first sight? it's kind of like that. i see people every day that i am fascinated by. i get sad when they get off the bus, or when i have to get off first. i am happy when they walk past me and we smile at each other. i don't ever speak to these people, but i love them. it's not really something i can explain in words.
btw, if you are looking for a date, i do NOT recommend public transpo. stick to ibar, kids.
and now a question for you: who are the top five men or women you would drop everything and marry in a second?
here are mine:
1. jude law.
2. kate bush.
3. lazaro what's his face from proenza schouler
4. owen wilson
5. jennifer connolley. we would have the most beautiful children. they would have perfect eyebrows, just like their mothers.
i have another test in about an hour. i know half the chapter down pat. the other half is a mystery to me because i said 'fuck you!' to that class about two weeks ago and stopped going. but i have confidence. after all, it's friday.
this weekend will (hopefully, god willing) be a calm one. i am thinking about going to the grocery store later and buying the ingredients for a shepard's pie, because it's chilly outside (yeah, chilly. i'm wearing a sweater. shut the hell up.) and comfort food seems like the most obvious thing to eat. i guess i just feel like boarding the carb train to fat town. mmmmmm. toot toot.
everyone thinks i'm a huge bitch now. which i think is hilarious because come on guys, is there a nicer person than me? i couldn't hate anyone if i tried. in fact, as a testament to my not hating anyone, i'm going to talk to true lawton at my math test in a half hour and tell him that i would like to start being civil again. i can't speak for my (maybe) best friend, but i'm dooone with grudges. oh wait, he's a republican. scratch that idea. no, no. i promise. i will be nice from now on.
halloween pudding.
so there's this hippie girl that rides the same bus route as me, and i think i'm in love with her. she's black and has this amazing afro she always ties up in a headband, and she wears funky home made clothes and doesn't shave her armpits. she has this amazing latino hippie boyfriend/husband and this adorable little mulatto hippie baby girl. did i mention she doesn't shave her armpits? i am just overly fascinated like that. the best part? she doesn't smell at all. the hair under her arms is actually kind of cute. the point of this paragraph is that, being a slave to public transportation (i'm not complaining, i love it), i run into the most interesting people. don't you get tired of seeing the same 18-21 year olds every day? i get to talk to different people every day of my life. for instance, the best person i've ever run into on the bus was a post-op transsexual. forgive me if i have the terminology wrong. a man, who is now a woman. anyhow, she works at a doctor's office as a receptionist. she's really pretty, too. i feel bad for her though-- i know she's scared. one day a cadre of inner-city youths rowdily boarded the bus and she was visibly shaken. she buried her head in her handbag, pretending to be really interested in her hand lotion. she didn't look up until the kids had gone all the way to the back of the bus. i am so in love with that post-op transsexual.
i know, i'm in love with everybody, right? i must have the weirdest tastes. no, i'm not gay, or romantically interested in sex-change patients. do any of you believe in love at first sight? it's kind of like that. i see people every day that i am fascinated by. i get sad when they get off the bus, or when i have to get off first. i am happy when they walk past me and we smile at each other. i don't ever speak to these people, but i love them. it's not really something i can explain in words.
btw, if you are looking for a date, i do NOT recommend public transpo. stick to ibar, kids.
and now a question for you: who are the top five men or women you would drop everything and marry in a second?
here are mine:
1. jude law.
2. kate bush.
3. lazaro what's his face from proenza schouler
4. owen wilson
5. jennifer connolley. we would have the most beautiful children. they would have perfect eyebrows, just like their mothers.