The Hills are Alive

Evil.

My week has been completely evil.

The highlight was my honors class in forestry. Don't ask.

Did I mention I hate spiders and birds? Spiders are just evil. And birds...well. When I was like three or four, my aunt took me to a pet store. This parakeet/parrot thing flew at us and she ran. Leaving me to fend off this rabid bird. Fuck.

Anyway, at forest class. We meet with our guide for the day.

A spider and bird expert.

HDSFOIAHEWOIFNMAIWOFNAE FUCK MY EYES.

Seriously. He lured spiders out with grasshoppers, which we witnessed get bitten by huge pregnant eight-legged freaks, and he basically shoved our faces into a nest of actual black widows. Which he then proceeded to "feed."

Then he found these wasp nests filled with spider corpses and pulled them all out and showed them to us. That wasn't even the best part. He showed me something, and asked what I saw. I told him I saw a spider hanging on its thread, and he said to look closer. And I did, and I saw way too many legs, so I said it was two spiders. And he goes "Yeah, they're mating!"

Jesus. At one point this freak had baby spiders crawling all over him. And when I introduced myself and my major, he said he failed Organic twice when he was at my university.

I believe this man is my true mortal enemy.

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I related this story to Melissa and Lan Chi, on the way to Chick-fil-A. We took the shortcut through this little park/playground thing, and as I was screaming "AHHH FUCK SPIDERS," we round the corner and an entire army of little kids was staring at me. With their little accusing eyes. Staring. It was like the Von Trapp Family Jury.


..Somewhat satisfying, now that I think on it.

Stay tuned!

Four Oh

That's right. This is apparently my 40th post! Yay. Congrats to me. Confetti, glitter, etc.

I saw someone blogging on this site the other day. I almost stopped and shrieked "WHAT DO YOU BLOG ABOUT?!?" but that's probably not socially acceptable in the quiet section of the library.

I was peeking. I shall google the phrases I saw later and see if I get a match. Then, commence stalking.

He wasn't especially cute or interesting looking or anything, but I thought I was one of the only tards at my school using this tool.

Teehee.

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I have a meeting after lab today with the head of this research group I wanna join. It's probably full or something already, but what they do is to interestingggggg, ahhhh, let me in for the love of God. I need as many valid distractions as possible.

Vincey's wearing the Peach shirt today. I love Peach. Peeeeeeach. Vinceyyyy AND Peeeeach. Sex.

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Bagel kid is like five feet away from me. This is a horrible inside joke, cause he always orders bagels in this place and I die laughing because he's perpetuating my stereotype and then he just looks at me like I'm retarded. Inside jokes are meant to be shared.

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This urinal thing in Java City spit at me the other day.

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Till next time!

Ding

I can't think of anything interesting that's happened to post. I mean, plenty of things have. I've felt plenty of things. I think that's my biggest problem--I use feelings to make decisions, and that doesn't work in Chemistry. If I feel like this buret is being a bitch and that I should toss the thing out the window, then we'll have trouble.

Thinking is overrated sometimes.

I haven't even done the calculations for Quantitative yet. I'm afraid to do them, to be honest. If they aren't within 1% of what the value should be, I either fail or have to do it over. And I don't have time for that shat.

Physical Chemistry lab is so hnnnng. We have this electronic landfill where we all just shove our information, and some poor shmuck in our group is gonna be left with the job to organize it all into something that looks like a lab report.

I'm spending the weekend with Vincey and her parents. This way, I don't have to deal with certain things, like the game etc. It shall be very relaxing. And tempting not to study. study. study.

My hair is doing strange things lately. Till next time.

Do Somethin'

I see you lookin at me, like I'm some kind of freak, get up out of your seat WHY DON'T YA DO SOMETHIN'

Therapeutic. I don't care what anyone says.

I woke up of my own accord at 6:30 again, right before my alarm went off. Looked around my room, went the usual routine of "Why, god, why has this happened" and then remembered that I was planning to ask the president of SAACS whether or not his semen is supercritical. So I felt better.

I had this class where I had to wear my Meyers-Briggs four-letter description thingy on a nametag, and I got totally raped for it. I was one of the only Es, one of the only male Fs, etc. I can't help it I'm fabulous. Goddamn.

In all seriousness, maybe I'm too fabulous. As in, I'm in the wrong kind of major. These tests tell me I dislike theoretical learning, blahblah, get bored without people, blah... which is true to some extent. But I've not had any serious problems so far.. Being fabulous is just a plus. You get better grades. You heard it here first.

Nothing awkward has happened recently, unfortunately. And by the way, missy, I resent you implying I find comfort in the socially retarded. I've met some truly socially retarded people (you are not one) and I have to say they're rapidly approaching the status of lost cause as time approaches infinity.

I hope everyone likes my run-on paragraphs.

This very obnoxious girl basically outed a friend of mine and myself in the library computer area. Where it's quiet. And her voice is really loud. Then she had the gall to hug me and walk away. I see rubella in her future.

Shit, there are people getting in the coffee line already. Bastards, I've been here since 7. Brb asserting myself.

Got distracted by the cute guy behind me. Damn.

Right as Rain

Who wants to be right as rain? Whee Adele. You make me happy. Ish.


Labs start this week. I have no idea how they'll go. Hee. None of the information that the instructors said would be posted is, so yeehaw. Watch it show up at midnight the day before. Then they expect everyone to have it. My ass.

The cashier at this Mexican restaurant I went to with Vincey and Angel asked how old I was when I paid. I told him, and he said I looked more like I was 10.

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Fml etc. He said he was joking, but that I seriously looked 16-17. Jesus. Fine. When I'm his age, I'll look 20. Snag me a rich one.

What do you do, dear readers, when life sucks ass? I shall write more later when I am so inspired.

Here I Go

Here I go.

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I feel so old lately. Used. Tired. The research group I wanted to join was full. Waiting till next semester. Talking to bagel kid about things we never talk about currently. Still not going anywhere. Priscilla wants me. Fragments are in.

Ow.

Friends of mine walked in on their roommate having sex. I've totally been there. It's so awkward, I love it. Awkward is so delicious. I savor it like a good wine. Except I don't drink.

You see, there was this one time....

Insert story here. Yes. Share your favorite awkward stories. I'm dying to hear the rest. Honestly. I can't think of any of mine (that I should post on the internet, anyway) right now, so go go go.

Love,
My Pet Rocks.

Eh

Nothing else I can say.

The only good things that have happened so far today are learning about biochemistry and bagel kid laughing hysterically at my witticisms. Granted it's only 9:15, and I am incredibly witty. So there.

I got like three hours of sleep last night. Tappity-tap tappity tap tappity-tap HNNNNNNNNG.

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I'm sitting here trying to think of something uplifting to post, and I ... am having a hard time.

A friend is visiting today. Vincey's Mexican boyfriend. Teehee. Something to look forward to, I guess.

This coffee tastes like ass.