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| i'm switching to livejournal, because it's no longer elitist, and they don't require you to be a member to leave comments! yay!
the address is www.livejournal.com/~lizblueeyes.
thanks xanga...it's been real. muah. | | |
| last night was interesting. before you read, just be reminded again that i don't drink.
i went to homer's apartment (homer = jess' boyfriend) for a little soiree, along with shelly (roommate), sarah, josh (sarah's boyfriend), robin, amy (robin's roommate), and a few other people. i rocked a deer park along with robin, and watched everyone else get trashed. the party was fun mainly because sarah gets very drunk after about 2 beers and is amusing to watch thereafter:
haha, sorry, but that picture is too sexy not to post. so when josh wasn't making sure sarah was ok, i was walking around with her so she wouldn't fall over or accidentally make out with another guy. although, sarah seemed more interested in touching other girls:
...and who am i to protest? haha. here's one more shot of jess and robin being cute:
yeah. and then when we decided to leave, the night got sucky because we had to walk about a mile in the cold back to my dorm. and then after everyone left, the night got even more sucky, because i got upset about boys, which led to getting upset about valentine's day coming up, which led to getting upset about february 21st and all that will entail. so i bawled my eyes out for a while, and shelly made me feel better. we had roommate bonding, and i am very lucky to have someone who will pat my back and say nice things while i am crying at 2 in the morning. shelly, you are the best.
thankfully, a night of good sleep makes most things much better in the morning, and i'm fine now. except i really need a shower, so i'm gonna go do that. | | |
| so the downside of having only one class on thursdays from 9:30 to 10:20 am is that by the time you get back, all you want to do is sleep, so you take a nap for a bit, and then by the time you wake up, it's still only about noon, and you look online, and everyone else is at class. and you contemplate doing homework instead of wasting your day online or in bed.
and then at 12:30 you decide to write in your xanga instead.
see, if i were a motivated person, i'd get a job on campus with this extra time i seem to have. but as of now, thinking about getting a job makes me want to go take a nap. so maybe in a week after i've had my fill of thursday naps, i will get off my lazy ass and do something productive. such as find employment, or at least go lose my gut at the CRC (campus rec center, sorry). or maybe my normal class schedule on mondays and wednesdays will start belching out tons of homework that requires doing. so i could do hoomework all day. woo.
so i was examining the hair on my right forearm today (i don't know which part is the forearm....i'm hoping it means the part between your elbow and your hand, cos that's what i mean. and if so what is the other part called?). if you are familiar with my arms, you will recall that i have a scar on my right arm from cyst-removal-surgery, and also if you have an excellent memory, you will further recall that i call said scar "paramecium." because it looks like one.
moving on, i was looking at the hair on my arm, and it's pretty much normal arm hair, except for this one champ right above the paramecium scar. i don't know why, but this single hair is darker and twice as long as the others. only one hair. and it looks kind of disgruntled, like it doesn't want to lie in the same direction as its companions. i wonder how long it has been there, and if anyone besides me has noticed it. and considering its close proximity to the paramecium scar, i wonder if it's comparable to people who are born without eyes or grow extra appendages because they live near sites with freakishly high amounts of radioactive energy. and if i'm going with that analogy, then i feel bad for the hair near my scar. it's not its fault that it had to grow up near the site of the skin abnormality, and now everyone will make fun of it. i was going to pluck it out, but now i feel too involved.
sigh. maybe i will pluck later, but now it's time for french homework.
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| shelly has an empty can of spaghettios on her desk.  | | |
| it smells like old spaghettios in my room. i know this is not my fault because i wouldn't touch a can of spaghettios with a 10-foot pole. gertie probably had some for breakfast or something.
ermmm. first impressions of classes so far....history is going to be ok, about 200ish people in the class...the professor is this adorable old lady who could easily pass for my grandma. i want to hug her. 8 AM MATH DEATH THEORY DEATH CLASS DEATH is going to be easy as pie...there's just over 20 kids, all girls, and the TA is this young asian kid who is enormously polite, and wouldn't make me feel stupid if i asked him how to find a least common denominator. first problem we worked on:
There are 23 people in this room. If each person shook hands with each other person, only one time each, how many handshakes would occur?
ROCK ON; I CAN SO HANDLE THIS MATH. answer: 253. and i can teach you how to do it, because i am going to be an awesome elementary school teacher. bitches!
muet220 (musical cultures of the world) looks like it's going to be so much hippie music fun. i'm excited. and french 301 is possibly going to scare me, as long as i don't have to talk a lot, since the teacher likes to call on random people, but i actually SPOKE OUT IN FRENCH WITH NO PROMPTING on my own, all french, me, AT LEAST THREE TIMES!!!@#!!!! what is the world coming to? then she made us write about a box of chocolates she had brought to class, in any style we wanted, as long as it was in french. i wrote a letter to maggie about how i was nervous and how i wanted to eat all the chocolate. it was really fun. shut up.
i'm going to go eat all the food in the dining hall, and then i have my last class: psych. hmmm. maybe there will be a hot boy in it. | | |
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