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Ah shiet..I thought Wade was nasty enough of a roommate but this girl beats him BY FAR (Click)
If that made you cry, go Here to make you happy
And here
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[12 Nov 2005|12:57am] |
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Procrastinating.. I have been neglecting this livejournal. Sorry. I've meant to write in you more, but the laziness overcomes me, and the moment of writing just passes. I'm surprised it still holds all my entries from 2000.. 6 years coming. It's fun reading back on my entries. They are stupid, I wanna hurt the kid back then for being stupid, but you learn about that stupid kid in psych O_o; Being selfish and "Oh the world is against me". Reading on the entries from past years, I noticed my entries slipping once I moved to Edmonton. Sorry.. I only use you for mp3 groups..
So I guess I should update on my life?
Well.. 2nd year in college? Woot. It's actually going better than last year, I think. Well of course, nobody tries in their first year. Got new fob glasses, some of you probably noticed when you saw me. Overall, I guess my appearance changed. I guess Wade's metrosexuality is finally rubbing off on me, and so my clothes somewhat changed. I'm learning fashion >_< It's sickening. I go clothes shopping.. Jacket shopping, shoe shopping.. Wtf.. I only used to go to the mall to go games shopping or toy shopping. heh.. I still love my toys.. Um..games.. I find another source in obtaining my games >_>. But now it's like..100 dollar shirts, jackets, shoes.. O_o;; I'm an expensive date.
Hmm.. Mayu, my mp3 player is dying. .Which is sad cause she's only less than 3 months old. I should really send her in, but I want a new mp3 player. Something that doesn't die on me in less than 5 hours. Bitch.. But I have no money to replace her. I should start saving money for Xmas shopping now >_<.. I hate this time of year.. exams.. final assignments.. the rush of xmas shopping..figuring out ur xmas list.. I'm figuring I'm gonna have enough for family this year.. Friends..hm.. It's gonna be a toughie.. Especially being jobless now, tomorrow is my last day at my job. I must remember to bring my camera. Actually.. I can honestly say it's been the best job I've had so far.. And that's not a lot of experience.
So, now I'm gonna hafta try to keep myself busy. Since I only have one lass on Tuesday and Thursday, I go and tutor 2 little girls after class on Tuesday. Thursday..basically go home and sleep. *sigh* I'll probably keep myself busy with getting myself in shape again. I haven't gone to karate for a long ass time. I've been taking advantage of going to my apartments gym now. I'm kicking myself in the balls for not doing this all year. But better late than never. Hm.. I'm trying to gain weight.. hah..TRYING.. I guess I'm getting influenced by people not believing me in this? Fuck if I know. Impossible feat, I know, but something's driving me. It started when Amanda hugged me and said I've been getting skinnier. How the fuck can I get more skinny when I'm already skin and bones. She could've been drunk at the time cause it was her birthday, but thanks Amanda. You started it all. No, I'm not being sarcastic. Anyways, I dunno if I'm seeing results. Well cause there's no weighing machine in the gym no more, so I really should invest in one. Which I don't have money for, cause I'm quitting and now going back to resorting to my parents for financial needs. Which is bad, cause I spent their money on Fatal Frame 3 >_>.. But I have been eating more. Like..a lot more.. Meals I haven't been able to finish, I finish and still hungry for more.. No, I'm not just starving, I have my regular meals a day. With protein shakes.. Which reminds me.. I didn't have mine today >_<..fuck.. Too late now, everybody is asleep, and I forgot about it after I went down to work out. Cause after that, I watched Numb3'rs. If you're bored, watch it.. It'll amaze you how he can pull a math equation out of his ass and solve a murder crime. Impressive.
But Numb3rs ain't really my show. It's Rikkie's. True, I was amazed when I watched it, which is why I recomended it to Rikkie, but I only watched it that one time because they didn't have a new episode of House. Ah House.. I admit.. I have a drama show now. A show I turn on the tv for to watch that one hour of House. Fuck off, it's good. I'm actually considering buying season 1/renting it or asking for it on xmas. But knowing Joel, he'll probably rent it, copy it, and then ask for a laptop on christmas.
I really should be studying, seeing how I'll be working tomorrow, but navi always distracts me. This is the time to get things done, only to avoid studying. Like..typing in this journal for example.
Um..what else.. Oh, I'm not moving in December anymore. I think.. Well the news is supposedly, we stay here to summer, and Wade finds a condo, where all of us will move out into. Most likely he wants a 4th roommate. We looking for one, but we've pinpointed kerol down. That'd be weird, but hella cool.
I think I'm getting sick again. It comes to the point when I wake up to my own snoring O_o;; Snoring bad sign, it's like I'm choking on me boogers. Yucky.. And some fucker drank all my juice. and didn't make more. I shall fart on his face while he's still sleeping tomorrow.. Yes..excellent..
Anyways, I guess I won't be retaining anything at this time of night, so I won't study. I guess I"ll go play Fatal Frame.
This was a pointless entry.. But it's about time I make an entry huh..
If you still read this, please.. comment ^_^ I like hearing from you.
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[27 Oct 2005|02:34pm] |
So there I was, faced with nothing to do. I finished my presentation on the lesson plan due for EdFx. Nothing else that is hard left to do except read chapters for Edpsych. Thankfully, there's no readings from the damn novels for anthropology. But we did watch a video on Rowanda genocide. So, since Jess and Dani won't skip their Astronomy class for me, I am finished school at 12:30, with nothing to do. Halfway walking home, I decide, why not go to blockbuster and rent Hotel Rowanda and maybe even the first season of House I've always been wanting. 50 bucks is too much for me to buy.. So after a long walk back to Oliver Square, with a big ass clothing store shopping bag full of paper airplanes (I presented a lesson on grade 6 Flight), I made it to Subway. To eat. To fill my stomach fully cause people say I've gotten skinnier. Like that's possible.. =P
Block BUster was on the other side of the steet. It's pretty small for a blockbuster. Those fuckers didn't have my House series in..or even Dave Chapelle.. But I did find Hotel Rowanda and The Davinci Code. After prolly...half an hour in there, I make my way up to the counter saying I need a new account.
He asks me for my drivers license and credit card. The fuck?? I need a credit card? He says I need two piece of ID to verify my address.. BLEH! fine.. I ask if my College ID card would work as an ID. Nope.. BItch, where am I gonna get another ID with my current address on it. All I can think of is my student loans paper.
So I said fine.. He asked me if he should hold those two movies for me.
No, that' okay.. I'll just download them when I get home
Fucker.. Force me into piracy..
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| Finally! |
[04 Sep 2005|03:31am] |
Finally, I finished Final Fantasy X-2. I left it untouched for over a year. Picked it up during Christmas break and then left it again until school finished. I decided to play it this final week of Summer. Get it over with. I should stop watching Final Fantasy endings alone. They're so good. After the endings, I sit there. They're so cute, mang I need a hug -_-;; Except the ending put a bad taste in my mouth, until it played the "good" ending. This one wasn't AS good.. But it was a good enough closure to Yuna and Tidus.
I COULD've got the "Perfect" ending...but that's too hardcore for a 5 minute ending. That would require getting 100% in the game.. I came close, I got up to 94%? hahaha..that's still sad.. But I figured I'd just download the ending anyways. ^_^
Comeon! Someone who finished both games hafta agree.
This post was really pointless...
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Here's a rant. When I make a post FRIEND'S ONLY. It means it's only meant for people I trust won't leak shit out. Omfg.. Last time I make a friends only post. Mang..I'm going back to sticking you guys in groups again. LAST time, some of you guys can't keep your mouth shut. Hang ur heads in shame.. Gawd. I give whatever info leaked out to be spread in Wetaskiwin in less than 2 days. THANKS..
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| Excuse me, do you work here? |
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はい はい、 さしぶりね につき。 ぼくは いそがしいでした。 ごめんえさい。
People are idiots. You wouldn't really know until you've worked customer service. I thought Tim Horton customers were bad, no they were just plain picky. Sales associate is a different story.
Hi, I'm Joel. I'm a sales associate. I serve dumb people. はじめまして。 どおぞ よろしく。 (o^_^o)
Some days aren't bad. I get the intelligent people. Rarely. Some days, I'm willing to hop on the floor, smile and greet every customer like a Walmart door greeter. Hey, how you doing, how's it going, you know. It gets tedious, and sometimes I don't care to remember the customer, so I get the casual "I'm still doing alright." That on my part is my bad. But I don't get paid enough to remember your face. Now, I'm willing to do come up to you smiling and ask how your doing in this certain department. Forgive me if I ask you twice, but don't give me a snappy attitude that you're "STILL" doing fine. Say it with a smile too ^_^ Dickwad. If we were paid a base pay, I'll be more than happy to sit in the back and price check every pair of bikini tops we got. I do get the "I'm fine thank you *smile*". Those aren't bad. it's just that they don't want my help is the problem.
The other customers are my favourite. I get the "Do you have that in size 9? Yeah? Good I'll take it." or "Do you got this? Cool, sold!" They mostly consist of filipino's. Straight and to the point. None of this "What's the difference between this one and that one." bs. Cause frankly, I'm gonna give you bs back.
Did we tell you we're sales associates? We don't give a shit as long as you buy from us.
でわ、 つぎ、 idiots.
I sold my fair shair of shoes. I thought the craziest question or request I'd be face would be "Are these running shoes." In all sense, that's a fair quesiton, if you're not gonna fucking read the sign below it. No no. Today, I stayed in the back price checking shoes. But a pair of customers came in looking at shoes. An asian woman, and a white guy. Great another couple consisting of an asian woman and man. Why God why, how does that work. Previously I was helping this other couple, cute azn girl, obnoxious rude white guy. Thanks for teasing me God. But this couple I didn't mind. She wasn't hot at all. In fact, it was one of those short haired ladies who worked at the Chinese Wok in the food court. Ewww. But since I know they're fast, I thought she'd be quick and to the point. No no. I was wrong. Hella wrong. She asked me for size 6, 6 1/2, and 7 in a pair of shoes. No biggie. I found all three luckily enough, I've been having shitluck finding sizes all day, and I brought it out. First thing was size 7. One shoe in the box, other shoe is the display.
"No no, I won't buy display shoe. I will never buy display shoe." she said in the typical fast Chinese accent. Fair enough, that's reasonably alright. I roll my eyes, and grab another 7. Coming out, she's gone through the other 2.
"No no, these shoes have been tried on by people. I want shoes that have not been tried on by people. Can you look?"
Wtf? Okay.. Shitloads of people come in everyday trying on shoes for shits and giggles. It's like once in a lifetime when there's not been a shoe that has been tried on. I knwo you want a new shoe, but does it make a difference if someone's sweaty cheddar cheeze foot has slid into it once?
I rolled my eyes. "No no, that's how we lace our shoes. We pull out the shoe and lace it that way, let it lose so it's easier for anyone to quickly try it on." heh..Nice one Joel. Score 1 for you.
"Can you take a look please? I will wait because my friend is looking for his shoe too."
Are you fucking kidding me? "Okay, I'll be back in a sec." I run in the back. I ain't looking in every fucking box for a unopened box. Hell no. So I climbed atop the shelves and sat there contemplating like Batman on which cashier of ours has the hottest ass. It probably looked like a scene from Batman.
I figured that the less bitchy one has the nicest one.
After 5 minutes of contemplating, I climb down and tell the lady "Nope, those are the only 6 and 6 1/2's we have"
Her friend had no problem trying one on pair of fucking shoes, walking in them for one sec and said "Yup, feels nice, I'll take em".
Dat's what pretty much sealed the deal, her friend was ready to go. She made a split second decision, and said she'll take the 6. If it doesn't fit her sister, she'll bring it back. I don't care, as long as you don't ask me to check if the're a unopened box in the back.
Two sales. $200 dollars made. 14% made off of that. Score 2 for Joel.
So far, 3 people have asked me if I worked here. 3 people were arguing amongst themselves. One pointed at me and said "Him! Ask him! He works here". I stumble into their way and ask if I can help them with anything. The lady looks at me and asks if I worked here. I look down at my Company shirt/uniform. "Uh..maybe..? *smile*"
I get the glare of doom, like literally the glare I used to get from Mrs.Aloisio in grade 3 when I said maybe to the question "Did you dump my sharpener in the garbage." She snaps "Do you want to help me or not?"
"Uh..n-noo..ok what are you looking for."
*sigh* Another guy asked me the same question. He was pretty old, so he'd have a sense of humor sure. He did. He laughed when he saw my uniform.
A business lady asked me if I worked here. Business..You should know things lady. We're the only oddly dressed people in store. I shouldn't say oddly, but you can separate the employees from customers easily as 1+1=3. She looked like she didn't want any bs today. Neither did I, and seeing from the first bitch, I didn't want her to snap at me with her neck talking to me.
Other things.. How people attempt to hang things up again. Hahaha, good try. But thanks for trying. Asshole. We have to clean up the store afterwards, and instead of us trying to find what pathetic attempt at hanging ur pants up, we're more than happy to hang them up ourselves after you try them on. Seriously..Do you hang ur shit up that way at home?..Horrible.
The good thing about the place is we close at 5:30. So the latest I'll work is 6:30. Leaving my nights open to anything.
It's just the people. I hate people. Working really opens your eyes on how people are idiots.
*sigh* I should sleep. Gotta be energetic to talk to customers tomorrow. おやすみなさい。。
Oh ya, if anyone could guess where I work, besides Brebbers/Jess/Kerol, go ahead. You'll get a free chek mark. hint it's スポーツチェク。
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[27 Jan 2005|09:05pm] |
Sex with a very large Woman
By Robert Levin
During my twenties and thirties it was my goal to have sex with every physical type of woman on the planet
I?d prefer not to hear any stuff about this. I was proceeding from the belief that by sleeping with a representative of every kind of female body, and every category of appearance I would, in effect, come to know all women and that such an accomplishment would be good for my writing.
Okay?
Of course, even to gather only samples from what, you realise when you get into it, is a vast assortment of sizes, shapes and physiognomies, would have meant putting up numbers comparable to Wilt Chamberlain?s. And being all of five-foot-six, more skinny than slim?and with a nose you would think must obstruct my vision?I?d obviously set my bar too high. But spurred by the promise of the literary rewards that even limited success would yield, I determinedly pursued my objective, and had it not been for a prostate gland the Harvard School of Medicine will surely make a bid for upon my demise, I?d probably have been at it much longer.
Middle-aged now and long out of the game, I?m forced to concede that my art would have been better served by writing more and researching less. Still, the time spent on my project wasn?t entirely wasted. Collateral though it may be, I did reap one unanticipated and very practical benefit. While my collection of memories isn?t as comprehensive as I?d have wished (variations on the theme of plainness are more than adequately represented but girls who look like Nicole Kidman and Jennifer Connelly are conspicuous by their absence), the mental snapshots I've kept of the women I WAS able to cop have been more than sufficient in their quantity and variety to save me the price of a subscription to 'Jugs.'
And, indeed, I have been left with a story or two to tell.
Not least for the adventure it turned into, a hookup I think of a lot was with a twenty-something woman named Peggie who?d come to New York just days before?for the very first time?from the Midwest on a month-long vacation.
We met in a bar. I was standing alone, checking out the action, when I heard, right behind me, the sound of a short, sharp fart?like a wooden match striking. Turning to look I confronted a sight only the word 'humongous' could accurately describe?a female at least a foot taller than I was and approximately the width of the Great Wall of China.
She was smiling flirtatiously at me and, though taken aback by her appearance (not to mention her novel method of gaining my attention) and instinctively recoiling, I quickly recovered when I realised the unique opportunity she was presenting me with. Here was my chance to cross gross obesity from the list of body types I hadn?t yet explored.
In a brief conversation?during which it occurred to me that she?d be almost attractive if she just lost 300 pounds?Peggie told me she was a cashier at a Kalamazoo, Michigan supermarket (a career chosen, she readily admitted, for the substantial food discount it offered); that she had once played a Packard convertible in a high school production of 'Grease,' and that her parents had tragically expired in a suicide pact just weeks after her birth.
Then she invited me to her hotel room.
As we were leaving, I saw the bartender, who could not, of course, have been aware of my agenda, shaking his head in disbelief.
?That?s it,? he nudged the customer slouched in front of him. ?Right there?that dude. That?s the definition of drunk.?
At her hotel, to which we necessarily took separate cabs, the first thing Peggie did was crack open, and devour, the complete contents of a pack of chocolate cookies. Then, from a utility-kitchen refrigerator, she retrieved and consumed (in exactly what order I don?t recall) a container of chicken wings, several packets of potato chips and an economy-size tub of cheese spread.
Finally she put a Barry Manilow tape into her boom box.
Now it?s not that I mind Barry Manilow all that much, but a more appropriate musical accompaniment to the night?s activities would have been the theme from 'Raiders of the Lost Ark.' The thing was?and my insistence that we leave no more than the bathroom light on was definitely a contributing factor?I could not for the life of me find Peggie?s love tunnel. I?d heard that this was a common occurrence with very fat women, and especially with very fat women under poor lighting conditions, but it still took a lot longer than I would have expected. What was compounding the problem? Simply put, Peggie?s body could have served as a Special Forces training ground for the field of hazards and challenges it presented. I?m speaking of the twisting climbs and sudden valleys, the crags, the craters and the amazing plenitude of gullies, ravines and bogs that I was, on my hands and knees, obliged to negotiate and traverse in my search for the motherlode. A dismaying project to begin with, my progress was further impeded by an extraordinary number of ambiguous fissures and crevices that, not quickly identifiable, required time-consuming investigation and study. You wouldn?t believe how many deceptive nooks and seductive crannies I came across. In fact, at one point, when I felt for sure that I?d located and entered the secret cave, I discovered, to my chagrin, that I?d inserted myself into what was only a fold of fiercely perspiring epidermis. What?s more, I realized, when I looked up, that I was seriously lost in some apparently outlying district of Peggie?s anatomy.
You?re thinking that I had only myself to blame, that not to stop and ask for directions is typical of a man. Well, I swear, I was just about to when I heard what sounded like the swift currents of a babbling brook in the distance. Groping my way toward the sound it increased in volume until it was a deafening roar and I knew I was directly above its source. Reasonably confident that I?d located Peggie?s stomach, I paused to collect myself and survey my surroundings. In the absence of a compass I was looking for some sort of marker with which to establish my coordinates. When I noticed that the horizon ahead of me was blocked by an especially pronounced elevation in the terrain, I reasoned that I was likely facing north. With a cautious optimism I began, then, to crawl slowly backwards. You can imagine the rush I got when before too long my toes were caressed by a soft and lush foliage, and then bathed in the gentle bubbling of a warm spring.
I was at last at the pleasure grove.
Feeling like a world-beater, I was glowing with a sense of accomplishment and I have to confess that I indulged myself in a moment of pride. Relying on my instincts and wit, persevering in the face of exceptional difficulties, I had achieved an elusive goal lesser men would certainly have given up on. My triumph was short-lived however. After entering the promised land my mettle was tested again and again. Twice I was jettisoned (and risked becoming a ceiling fixture) by the astonishing power of Peggie?s pelvic motion. It was really disappointing. Each time I was forced to go back to square one and I had to reach deep inside myself for the perseverance I wasn?t at all sure I possessed. But I hung in there and on my third expedition, with my eyes now accustomed to the dark, I was recognizing landmarks and proceeding with dispatch. Having reached the treasure chest within minutes, I managed to more or less to stay put this time, and with the tenacity of Queequeeq clinging to the back of a great whale in a high sea, those final seconds were every bit as exhilarating as the Splash Mountain ride at Disney World.
In the morning, Peggie, cheerily humming to herself (doubtless never before the object of such committed attention), seemed unaware of my odyssey. After eating a cake, and washing it down with a quart of chocolate milk, she asked me if she could take a Polaroid of the two of us naked in bed. (Should you ever come across this picture, I am in it. That?s the top of my head, not a puppy, just behind her left ankle.) Then she announced that she was cutting her trip short and returning home. There was no reason, she said, to remain in New York now, because no big-city experience that she might imagine could possibly surpass her night with me.
Having completed my mission and worried she?d suggest that we get together again, I was enormously relieved by her decision and gave it my enthusiastic support.
But as I departed, her expression suggested she was slightly ambivalent about changing her plans; that she was thinking of something she might later regret missing. Not wishing to prolong the moment I chose not to ask any questions, so I?ll never know just what was on her mind. Yes, it could have been the Transit Museum or the Edgar Allan Poe Cottage. But I suspect that the most likely explanation for her puzzled look was forgoing the chance to discover a new food group.
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Okay..So I'm on a laptop..But it's just not mine -_-;; No I didn't get one for xmas. Ghey.. But whatever. Here goes to my birthday. I can wait 2 months..Right? Damnit, but it'll be in the midst of midterms.. GRAH. Whatever. I want My Sassy Girl now.
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PUBLIC MUSUME IS DOWN *Cries* MAng..I wasn't THAT sad about suprnova, but now Public Musume?? DAMNIT!..At least I got empornium.. kekeke
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[24 Dec 2004|01:41pm] |
Mang, I dunno if I got a laptop now lmao. The package is really light, that I can throw it in the air -_-;; bleh..And my dad asked me today "So you still looking into buying a laptop" either hinting that I got one, or asking if I still want one =P So I dunno.
And I dunno if I'll be in etown for New Years. My parents want me here for New Years, but I don't. I only brought clothes to last 5 days, and I dunno if I can play PS2 for 5 days straight...Even though I got 4 games unfinished. I want to open presents so badly -_-;; I had to resist from peeking inside my "two" presents. Yah, they left all the presents in my room instead of under the tree, so I got to count how much I got. TWO! ^_^ Record..yes. I don't mind really, I like giving em...just not buying em. So much shit I wanna buy. I know what one present is.. Metal Gear Solid 3. But that's cause my brother told me he got it for me =P The other..I dunno.. Could be clothes O_o;; But I don't want clothes. I want my laptop damnit!
What else. Oh ya, today I went to Scotia Bank to setup my account. Took....oh 2 fuking hours. Bleh.. They totally misunderstood my dad and setup a joint account with one account on mine. I wanted two accounts. SO ya..Who did it? Chelsea C's mom did it. Yep. And she fuked up royally. But surprisingly, she was really nice to me. lol. Unlike last time, but she was really nice. My nose was plugged, stuffy and needed a good blowin' at that time..I kept swallowing my own snot..ewwWwww.. But I don't know how to huck a loogey. SOMEONE TEACH ME THIS DISGUSTING HABIT!
MOU! I want mini navi right now! Anyways, Jeremy's being a brat and climbing on my leg. BAH! And now he's touching the board agzg egrgz . JA!
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[23 Dec 2004|11:12pm] |
Well let's see. Final Exams over. I officially finished the first semester of my year with a fizzle..=P Mang..that 2 weeks was hell. Plus the apartment got hella messy, and we..well I found some nasty stuff in the fridge. Let's see. As I skipped down to the front of the gym with my completed comp sci exam in hand, I gracefully handed my prof my exam at the table, followed by a hi-five and the finger, my break began. After that exam, I went down to china town to commence xmas shopping. I got kerol Police story 4, as well as rewarding myself with the same copy and a copy of Windstruck. I stood there for at least half an hour debating if I should buy "My Sassy Girl" for myself as well, but I decided I should spend money on others.. fuckers.. It better be there when I get back. I found at least 4 more dvd stores that I shall be a regular of. One of em carried Kerol's Shinhwa cd, which I bought without thinking twice. SO..I was looking forward to cleaning up the house while the other two studied. And that I did. I cleaned and cleaned, while the other two studied and studied..suckers.. Eto, Xmas shopping sucks. I find the best things for me but nOoO..hafta spend it on others. I actually got sick walking in the -30 degree weather..oi...not cool.
Oh oh, Mike came over, and we went to Kerol's bday at Escape. My lil sis is grown up..*sniff*. She was so gone.. Do you even remember dancing with three guys you don't know Kerol? kekeke.. yuh, didn't get drunk that night. Didn't have the mula or the willpower. Saturday, Mike and I went shopping around Etown, and then Krista picked us up for thier lil xmas get together. Andrew cooked us supper which was really good. I was surprised they bought us presents. I wasn't expecting any. But I got presents.. Yes.. Porn would be nice, but I got a rubber vagina and cock grease.. Yay lol. The pocket vagina was put into good use. Meaning, everybody shoved their fingers into it =P. It was made of the same kind of material as those sticky hand things you get int he vending machine. So being the curious monkey I am, I watered it down, and hucked it against Heather's wall. It bounced back and slapped me in the leg. Which was really hilarious. Heather and I had a good laugh on that. What else. Played Cranium, and their new drinking game. Which was basically yes or no questions. Some good..some ehhh..
Mang.. I wanna watch "My Sassy Girl" again. I'm going to buy that dvd as soon as I come back to etown. I watched Windstruck twice already. mang..I should stop watching those things alone. *sniff sniff*
There's a big flat box underneath the tree with my name on it.. I think I got my laptop.. Here's hoping to it. We'll find out tomorrow ^_^;;
Hopefully I have the motivation and energy to work on the new layout this week. Or else that'd suck. I also go 5 games to finish -_-;; I haven't even opened Inu Yasha. Mattaku..
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Mang..I bought an awesome present for Kerol ^-^!! Can't wait til she opens it
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List of Classmates
Girl# 12:Jennifer R: Alive
Girl#16: Kerol A: Alive
Girl#2: Jessica A: Alive...but crazy
Girl# 5: Amanda P: Alive
Boy#11: Dustin T: Alive...barely
Boy#3: Steven B: Missing in Action
Boy#6: Robert W: Still breathing (Funkadelic)
Girl#18: Heather C: Whereabouts unknown
Girl# 10: Melaney O: Escaped island and eloped. Currently Missing in Action
Boy# 9: Lucas H: Last seen getting hit with a tennis ball.
Boy# 19: Rikkie M: Alive
Girl#7: Erin B: Alive...or is she..? O_o;;
Girl#8: Megan B: Alive?
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Kay, either my engrish prof is some hard ass bitch, more hard than Mr.McNeil, or she just some dumbass hippie. Honestly! How can you be confused with my intro?? I read it over and over and it makes fukn sense biatch! Oh! and learn another thing. LEARN TO WRITE YA MORON.. God.. I take the time to write nicely for you, take some time to write your scribbles nicely on my essay so I know wtf you're dissing about it.
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Words: 1500+
Swears per minute: 2 (surprisingly)
Hours slacked: Lets see...24+24+24+24..uh..shiet
Hours of music listened to: 24+24+24+24..
Lack of sleep: I lost 3 hours mang..
Total Pages: 8
Pop intake: none..we got none..I've resorted to alchohol..but we ran out of that after the first 2 days..So I resorted to coffee..but I couldn't mix it well..
Gonna dream about: Cuddling with Keiko *warm smile*
Lesson learned: College is much harder than highschool...-_-;; and leaving essay to last night is bad idea.
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