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please refrain from jacking me in the sternum, thanks i am in fact living. it's a saturday nite and here i sit in our apartment in my pjs sober as can be. the plan was for me to get some much needed studying done before finals week, but really i'm just eating too much food and watching tv...wishing i had gone out. i think its sad when a show you watched earlier comes on again and it's the same episode. perhaps i've been watching too much tv? nah. it's good for the soul. well at least i won't be hungover tomorrow and i can attempt to do something with my life. i've basically been a pile all day. last nite we drank a whole lot and went to the frat for a bit. apparently you can ask random people if they shave, it's a common question. so charlotte and i surveyed some people, i think the consensus is that they either do sometimes or they "groom" because its just common curtosy. we also found a pink dildo and junior applicator. so if you are missing these items let us know we can possibly direct you to their location. i saw a chick get a drink spilled in her eyes and i laughed histerically. it was so great. so then we went back to the usual spot and anthong made us scramby eggs and blueberry waffles. we all sat at the table and ate like a family while ryan was passed da fuck out on the couch. i was fully intending on giving anthong a thank-you card. "thank you for the scramby eggs and waffles, love-janelle." so we ended up staying there cause we were a bit intoxicated. we all slept till like 2:30 this afternoon. okay well i was up for a bit earlier than that looking at the porn sites the boys had been looking at. i was checking out some of the man on man action pictures. some are very nice, while others are just horrible. then i went back to sleep. woke up again. little kyle and his brother came over. they all smoked and probably thought we were all piles cause it was about 5 and we were in our pjs still, sitting in the dark. the sun can be way too bright some mornings. i'm now penelope. i had this way fucked up dream before i woke up though. it was about prison families, in particular a family that called themselves the "platypuses." the narrator from vh1's behind the music was narrating my dream for me. it was like i was watching tv and i can only remember the end really when he was talking about how violence broke out in the prison and the guards opened fire. and he said "only 3 kids died that day, but the blood will be forever smeared in our hearts" it then kept going on about blood and dried blood on the bodies and a river of blood. i think i have problems next week is going to be a week from hell. it's this thing they do in college at the end of the semester where every class you are in gives you a test all in the same week...yeah i know it sounds horrible, they call it finals. who needs em? but i'm done on thursday and we plan to have a large celebration i guess. then i go home. i can't believe how close xmas is. i have no idea what to get people or if they are getting me anything and all that jazz. i haven't had time to think about it. i get to go to the oral surgeon soon for a consult appointment. they are gonna decide when they want to give me great pain and steal my wisdom. i just hope they don't do it right before new years or else i'll be sitting at home all doped up by myself. that's no fun. i think i've done all the procrastinating i can now and i should go bust out the books... +The Last Five+ |