Ah, It's That Time of the Year Again

the time of the year that i HATE
watch my head spin! kill! kill! kill! (somebody clever once told me)
the time of year when all your homework assignments actually start to be due and you go insane from writing more than 4 formal papers a week (or maybe that's from being a journalsim major and english major)
and the time of year that the homecoming elections take place
i can't go FIFTY FEET without getting one of these stupid fliers and i thought the last safe place on campus was the library-think again i just got handed one
seriously, sisters, i DON'T know a fucking sarah or katey and frankly don't give enough of a damn to walk over and vote for them-nobody does-so do yourselves a favor and save some paper and time (that would be better spent applying liquid eyeliner and curling your hair before class)
at least the black sororities give you suckers

and oh, speaking of the library, there's this crazy ugly man who looks like my old spanish teacher who never had his pants zipped but it isn't him and he keeps trudging along the corridor next to me eyeing each student as if they had chocolate fudge dripping down the side of their head and it's rather annoying i don't know maybe he has a favorite computer he likes to use that somebody is at right now god only knows with the people who go to this school.

on anther sidenote, i keep inspecting the brickwork and concrete of the library and faner for mold and i dont like what i see. maybe they've closed down four floors of the library for this problem and not for some great and wonderful improvement like they'd all like us to believe. it honestly wouldn't surprise me. and foreign exchange students are an annoyance.

but i can't complain too bad after all yesterday i shook hands on a deal to make $120 for something that requires almost no work at all

-my neighbors aren't too bad either. the ones right next to us like to play beer pong and flippy cup over there. nelly and i hung with them on sat and one of them was all over her, which is pretty funny and amusing i must say. i haven't heard them be loud except on the weekend. which is more than i can say for the guys' damn neighbors.

WHEN GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH

1. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE MY PURSE IS.

2. I BELIEVE THAT DANCING WITH MY ARMS OVERHEAD AND WIGGLING MY BUTT WHILE YELLING "WOO-HOO!" IS TRULY THE SEXIEST DANCE MOVE AROUND.

3. I'VE SUDDENLY DECIDED I WANT TO KICK SOMEONE'S ASS AND HONESTLY BELIEVE I COULD DO IT TOO.

4. IN MY LAST TRIP TO PEE, I REALIZE I NOW LOOK MORE LIKE A HOMELESS HOOKER THAN THE GODDESS I WAS JUST FOUR HOURS AGO.

5. I DROP MY 3:00 A.M. SUBMARINE SANDWICH ON THE FLOOR (WHICH I'M EATING EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT THE LEAST BIT HUNGRY), PICK IT UP AND CARRY ON EATING IT.

6. I START CRYING AND TELLING EVERYONE I SEE THAT I LOVE THEM SOOOOO MUCH.

7. I GET EXTREMELY EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN EVERY TIME A NEW SONG PLAYS BECAUSE "OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!"

8. I'VE FOUND A DEEPER/SPIRITUAL SIDE TO THE GEEK SITTING NEXT TO ME.

9. THE MAN I'M FLIRTING WITH USED TO BE MY 5TH GRADE TEACHER.

10. THE URGE TO TAKE OFF ARTICLES OF CLOTHING, STAND ON A TABLE AND SING OR DANCE BECOMES STRANGELY OVERWHELMING.

11. MY EYES JUST DON'T SEEM TO WANT TO STAY OPEN ON THEIR OWN SO I KEEP THEM HALF CLOSED AND THINK IT LOOKS EXOTICALLY SEXY.

12. I'VE SUDDENLY TAKEN UP SMOKING AND BECOME REALLY GOOD AT IT.

13. I YELL AT THE BARTENDER, WHO (I THINK) CHEATED ME BY GIVING ME JUST LEMONADE, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE I CAN NO LONGER TASTE THE GIN.

14. I THINK I'M IN BED, BUT MY PILLOW FEELS STRANGELY LIKE THE KITCHEN FLOOR

15. I START EVERY CONVERSATION WITH A BOOMING, "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY BUT..."

16. I FAIL TO NOTICE THAT THE TOILET LID'S DOWN WHEN I SIT ON IT.

17. MY HUGS BEGIN TO RESEMBLE WRESTLING TAKE-DOWN MOVES.

18. I'M TIRED SO I JUST SIT ON THE FLOOR (WHEREVER I HAPPEN TO BE STANDING) AND TAKE A QUICK NAP.

19. I BEGIN LEAVING THE BUTTONS OPEN ON MY BUTTON FLY PANTS TO CUTDOWN ON THE TIME I'M IN THE BATHROOM AWAY FROM MY DRINK.

20. I TAKE MY SHOES OFF BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT'S THEIR FAULT THAT I'M HAVING PROBLEMS WALKING STRAIGHT.

where r we going?

this weekend was probably the best since i've been down here this year. it started on thur when i said i wouldn't go out, but did, and ended at about 7 this morning when i took a cab home from ashley's. a band happened to play every nite, so we got to dance. my dog came down for the weekend. a lot of good memories. but this morning im in a weird mood. like i dont know quite what to think of everything.

friday janell and i went over to adrienne's and ashleys and saw everybody from our hall last year. maybe it's just the space in time, but it seemed like everybody had grown up, if only a little bit. and then brynna tells me that i LOOK so grown up, which is seriously at least the fifth person who has told me that this year.

then i saw scott from last year at the bar and he has a real job now. i can't believe that's going to be some of us in only a year. it was nice to see him again. u can tell he's changed a lot.

but i guess everybody has-and i don't know why i feel the need to spell this out. but, seriously, i'm cooking this year if only a tiny bit, im actually studying my ass off for a class, getting f's and still not giving up. im turning fucking sentimental and writing my grandma letters about how much i appreciate and love her. im giving people HUGS. ive gotten sick of talking on the phone to people all the time (WHAT!!!). i have a crush on an ATO FRAT BOY who's probably only three inches taller than ME. i have no clue when im going to graduate or what my damn major is going to be by the end of it. im taking classes with people who enjoy drinking coffee on the weekends and overanalyzing harry potter and yet i'm not judging them (too much). AND I HAVE LET A FEW PEOPLE RECENTLY WIN ARGUMENTS.

Whoahhhh

Apparently Britney Spears is going to give birth on tv and donate the money she's getting for it to the victims of Hurricane Katrina.

for Hillary

dispatch-two coins
amos lee-bottom of the barrell
david gray-sail away, this year's love

-i'm in a quiet mood today

Meow I'm Satan Cat

so the theme of this weekend, and for that matter every weekend that we've been down here is the cats. anaranjado has been missing for at least a week, which has prompted me to do some rough impersonations of zeppelin in a catlike voice meowing that he/she ate the kitten. the first time i impersonated the cat i was sober, but people loved (or maybe i am the only person) the impersonation so much that they requested me to do a repeat all weekend.

friday janell and i went out to a party where i knew one person and i think she knew maybe three or four people. despite this, we had a fantastic time and managed to drink for free. we got so drunk that we stayed over at the party and didnt even make it to the bars. my best part of the nite: walking to the strip with a boy i met at the party (holding hands and arms naturally) singing "the cat song"
"hi, i'm satan cat and my favorite month is the month of may. cuz i'm not spayed and i like to get laid. just wait i'll bring lots of bab-ays..."
-dan, the boy, was my chorus and would sing meow meow for me-how many guys would do that

saturday-we tried to throw a party but nobody really showed up. i guess u have to give more than two hour's notice to people if u actually expect them to come. i went to hangar for my third time ever and actually really liked the bands that played. best part of the nite:
we invited our neighbor who lives behind us (who's a student) to our party. and i actually hadn't talked to him ever, but janell went over there to invite him and talked to him for an hour or so. so at around 3:00 in the morning he shows up on our doorstep with a beer in hand asking if we're still partying. without introducing himself first. i had to guess who he was. i told him that nobody was over still but he could come in if he wanted. he said he didn't want to interrupt anything between me and our friend bone who was there. then out of nowhere, he told me that he was a model. i was like "oh yeah that's cool..." to which he replied "yep. have a goodnite" and left. the next day i found out that he had gone out of his way to show janell his book of pictures within the hour that he had first met her.