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If You Ain't Come to Party, Get the Fuck Out The Club

I'm hereby banned from choosing movies for my roommate and I to watch. Mulholland Dr. was a huge mindfuck. I still need to read wikipedia so I can pretend to understand it. Although it was the first movie (outside of porn) that I can remember them showing a chick masturbating.

Anyway, I helped make cake balls for dessert and that shit was sososososo good. But I feel as though I should go to the gym. Meh..
 
Paradox said:
Of course it's a mind fuck. Mind fuck and David Lynch are synonyms.
:O
I did not know this. Granted, I picked the movie because it was on a list of Top 14 bizarre movies.

I hate how fucking tiny the schedule for my first job is. Turns out I don't have to work from 8-11, but 1-4. Success. But I am sad I'm too poor to go to Busch Gardens this weekend. -SIGH-
 
I should stop being surprised when my life comes full circle. I understand what Si means now. Too little too late.

I don't believe in regrets. People make mistakes and learn from them. Given enough time I might just learn to stop loving him. But until then, I won't regret that I did or do.
 
Relevant to my BM folks: I'm a hobag, money hungry, work-a-holic so for the next month I'll probably be batshit busy making mad cash (2 jobs will do that to a person). I know for some of my partners, I'm already dragging in replies. My b. I'll get it eventually. If you're ready to just drop me like I'm hot, then holla at a playa.

Completely irrelevant nonsense: I feel as though that message was extra ethnic. Could be the NEGROS I have to work with. Not that I'm not negro (I is), but honestly, can these football players get a fucking clue? I hate when I have to be the responsible one. I hung around an extra thirty minutes because the lax fellas were still dicking around. Just to make sure the damn tubs got put away. FUCKING TUBS. Whatever, best believe I'll add that to my hours. Especially after Twitchy came at me all crooked today when I got my check. Hey, don't cop an attitude with me, broski. I have less than $5 in my account and I really need to deposit this money before the weekend. So wrap your lips around my cock and hush up. (P.S. I definitely rocked out to "Becky" by Plies on repeat for too many times).

I saw fireflies tonight. For the first time in probably forever. Of course it reminded me of him. Then again, what doesn't remind me of him? However, I did think it was interesting that I would see them just days after he randomly reappears on AIM. I already haven't talked to the guy in weeks (eerily reminiscent of our 2 month silence last year) and I haven't seen him on AIM in months. This also comes after I decided I was completely dunyuns with it all. I had 100% of him at one point and anything else than that is not gonna work out. Selfish of me? Yes, but I can't talk to him every single day for 8 months and then be casual buds with him like we weren't super besties at some point. Especially after I texted him after our birthdays to find out that he lost his phone and got a new one without adding mine to his contact list. I know that sounds like a bitchy girl thing to get miffed about but I'm pretty sure this has happened a few other times. Clearly I'm not important enough of a person for you to save my number OR shoot me a message when you get a new phone so you can have it.

He's also moving to Indiana next month. Why? Because he threw a dart at a fucking map. Zzzzz seriously bro? You're just going to up and move like 1000 miles away because....Right. I mean, he talked about spending his senior year of college elsewhere (something else I also thought was stupid/dumb) but it looks like he'll finish up in the summer and spend some random years in Indiana..I'm glad it makes sense to him because I definitely don't understand. We're casual friends at the most base level so I don't even feel like it is worth the effort for me to think about it too much. That's his business. As long as the fucker is happy. But of course I'm wondering what his bitch has to do with all of it, but I would never in my life ask (Odds are I won't talk to him for another few weeks anyway). I also want to know if he got my essay but in case he did and doesn't want to talk about it or didn't and has no clue what I'm talking about, I'll avoid it.
 
My cake ball!
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I find it ridiculous that people are still talking about bullshit from more than a year ago. I'm guessing these motherfucks have nothing else to do with their lives.
 
JESUS.

I need this weekend away from my roommate. I'm a loner by nature and by choice and having this little neurotic Azn girl constantly up under me is definitely starting to get on my nerves. The close quarters can't help along with the fact that I'm more tired this week from working 8:30am - 5pm and then 7pm - 10pm. When I get back, all I want is some quiet Club time. She tried to explain away her clinginess by saying she just hasn't had a roommate in a while. -insert I don't care face-

It's almost like being around my mom and having everything she does irritate me:
Her: Can you do the dishes tonight?
Me: Ok. For dishes I didn't dirty?
Her: Well there was that pan and something else in there before I put the pasta bowl..
I wash her dishes and mine. I don't mind doing them when she cooks but seriously? Do your own.

Her: It's 7:45
Yeah. No shit, sherlock. I know what time it is.
Me: I'm waiting for you to get out of the bathroom.
Hey, I appreciate her concern because I do have a shit time getting up in the morning and I've had alarm problems in the past, but superfast newsflash: I've been getting up on time and getting to work early by myself the last FOUR days. Kindly let me handle my business.

Her yelling from the shower in the bathroom with the door closed: Did you get my text?
Me: Yes.
She finishes her shower and steps out: Did you get my text?
Me: Yes
Her: Oh well, I couldn't hear you.
Well that's why you shouldn't be asking me questions from the shower

Her: Hey, next time can you make sure to only throw trash away if there is a bag?
Yeah, well next time you empty the trash, put a new bag in there.

Her: Is it going to rain today?
Me: I don't know.
I'm not the fucking weather channel.
But actually this happens to me a lot. People ask me the most ridiculous shit like I know the answer. Wut?

Her: Can I turn on the light?
I DON'T FUCKING CARE.

Then she smacks when she eats and will just come and sit next to me on the sofa like: What are you doing then peer all into my computer screen. UHM. CAN I HELP YOU? The thing that killed me is that once I took a shower and came back to her using my computer. Hold up. Did I say you could use that? I happened to be having a private conversation as well as having some private pictures on my desktop. Ok, sure, the pictures should have been in a folder, but I shouldn't have to monitor what I put ON MY OWN DAMN COMPUTER.

Then I come back now and she asks me to try this drink she made. With my alcohol. WHAT? And I honestly. I'm not that big of a bitch that I mind, but I would appreciate the courtesy of her at least asking me first. And I'm not trying to complain and be a baby about it because I'm living for free, but she's just seriously getting under my skin lol.

I just need a break. With real food and hopefully a real bed. (Right now I sleep on the couch). It'll be nice to see my dad and his side of the family and overall do something different for at least a day and a half. Of course I probably won't have internet access (Sorry lovelies) but I'll live.

Then I'm back home in a month. YAY!

REALIZATION: I'm PMSing. No wonder everything puts me in a bad mood. Hahaha. I should call White Lightning when I get over it. I shouldn't be miffed at him for not being around when I needed him because he was on vacation but it still sucks. I haven't talked to him in a little bit and it would be nice just to hear his voice. Hell, maybe I will call him now while I'm raging. The kid will make me feel better.

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Foo! Water bottles are a girl's best friend :]
 
HE texted me at 5am. Seriously, bro? But then I wasn't too salty about it at first. I was excited that he was texting me because he hasn't in a long ass fucking time. Then reality set in. WHAT THE FUCK? Not just the time, but a couple of weeks ago when I texted him he didn't have my number. Suddenly he can recognize who I am and wants to chit-chat? False. Probably just a drunk text (it was only 2am for him). Especially since I didn't get anything back. :roll: He was flying a plane. And yeah...
 
Long story short about my weekend: I love my family. Full of smart-ass, witty, hilarious, foul-mouthed smokers and drinkers.
 
I know I'm passive agressive, but fuck do I hate other ones. SAY WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN.

If you want to go to the store today then say that. Don't tell me anytime. Or when I get paid. Or when I'm free or when I want to go. We won't run out of toilet paper in two days, hun. Refuckinglax.
 
Took another LSAT practice test and got demolished again. At least my score went up (by 1). That's a pitiful plus, but now I know that I'm weakest in analytical reasoning and strongest in reading comprehension. Even though I've always dominated on reading comprehension. I'm pleased that I'm doing better with the logical reasoning. I finished all the sections with some time left so I'm fine as far as speed is concerned. I just need to get the damn answers right. Hopefully I'll luck out and have two reading comprehension sections and not two analytical reasoning sections.

Now I'm cranky and have a headache. Foo!
 
How similar is the analytical section to the old GRE section? I've heard the GREs have done away with analytical... though I could be wrong. I took the thing something like 10+ years ago! XD ACK! God... I feel freakin' old saying that, but I digress.... Anyway, if it's similar, there are ways to actually learn how to tackle the section. I swear, if you learn it... you will get pretty much next to nothing wrong! It's worth checking into. ;)
 
I have no clue, DA. But I have a friend who recently took the GRE so I'll ask her but I don't remember her mentioning it. I just remember her studying a lot of vocab.

So the dude working with me tonight hit on me h-core. Not that I wasn't spitting game back, but I don't have a flirt radar. I just say a lot of shit and then realize later what I'm doing. Then I'm all DIFFUSE SITUATION STAT. Not that he isn't a nice guy but...yeah. Not even going there.

He ended up streaking though. Which is random and hilarious and ridiculous and crazy.

But I also got like 8 mosquito bites on my leg :/
 
Hrmmm... the lack of mention is making me think that what I've heard about the section being omitted is indeed true. Well, even if it is, I suggest doing a bit of research for old GRE study books then. I'm sure you can find torrents for them or something like that. Look for things dating back into the late 90s (as that's when I took them and therefore KNOW they have such guides). If the questions look similar... download, download, download. I swear, it'll be crazy helpful if 'analytical' isn't your thing. :)

Good luck, sweetie!! <333
 
If they dropped the analytical then it is very recent. As of approx. 3 years ago, it was still there. But vocab is the HUGE focus lately for the GRE. Regardless, all the prep guides I've seen still have a lot of analytical in them, and they're worth the price of admission.
 
I looked up the sections and it is analytical writing, but I don't even think that comes close to the analytical reasoning on the LSAT - meaning they're quite different. I'll still look into it though. Every little bit will help!

Starting to work on my personal statements now. (Or pretending to). Ack.

I haven't been able to really focus all day. I blame the Streaker :/ Who is, upon further inspection, actually incredibly legit. -ponders how to use this knowledge to my advantage-
 
Clubby is tired. After driving 314 miles and walking around Carowinds for most of the day (a thunderstorm from out of nowhere cut the day short), I'm pooped. I'm also tired of this place and the situation I'm in. It isn't bad. I'm just done with it. I'm a creature of habit, I like routine, my comfort zone and this place is not it. I want my house. My room. My bed. My sweatshirts. A toilet with a cover. The ability to come and go as I please. Not to pay for things. Hang out with my best friend. Watch cable. Really random petty things.

I can't see my phone screen. FOO. And this comes after I drove my roommate around a bunch yesterday so she could find a Sprint store. If I could wait a week until I'm home to deal with it, I would, but that's not going to work out.

I just squashed a bug on my neck. Ew.

This tan is terribad. :eek:

I've had a bitching headache all day. Poof poof BEGONE.

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Sunday:

I'm still tired as fuck.

The heat is fucking ridiculous. I'm having a hard time remembering how I survived an amusement park for 6 hours yesterday. Oh, ya, I wasn't wearing sleeves or jeans.

You know you're up too early when you have to wait for Best Buy to open.

Beaver + Sunshine + Oregon = JTW. Goddamnit. I need a rebound like WHOASON.

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Monday:
OHJAMESFRANCOYOUSEXYSONOFABITCH<3

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Tuesday:
I LOVE THIS POEM. I need to write more. NEED. NEED. NEED.

This Close

In the room where we lie,
light stains the drawn shades yellow.
We sweat and pull at each other, climb
with our fingers the slippery ladders of rib.
Wherever our bodies touch, the flesh
comes alive. Head and need, like invisible
animals, gnaw at my breast, the soft
insides of your thighs. What I want
I simply reach out and take, no delicacy now,
the dark human bread I eat handful
by greedy handful. Eyes, fingers, mouths,
sweet leeches of desire. Crazy woman,
her brain full of bees, see how her palms curl
into fists and beat the pillow senseless.
And when my body finally gives in to it
then pulls itself away, salt-laced
and arched with its final ache, I am
so grateful I would give you anything, anything.
If I loved you, being this close would kill me.

by: Dorianne Laux

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Wednesday:
I have really good friend moments and then I have really bad friend moments. White Lightning calls me crying because he and his girl broke up. I stutter through some "That sucks" and "I'm sorry" until the awkwardness is over. I made him a slide show to make him feel better. It worked. They were back together less than a week later. WTF. This was a few months ago. Now they've broken up again. I found out on facebook and my first thought was: Oh please don't call me! Tragical I know. Then he updates his status to say that he's deserves better than her. I wonder if he'll be singing that tune if they get back together again. I've known the kid a year and I think he's gone through at least 3 girlfriends since then. I think he's been single for all of a week and that is being incredibly generous. Foo. I am honestly relationship challenged because shit like that makes no sense to me. NONE.

I ventured on Main Quad today (to pick up something from Dick's office for my job). I think it is crazy that I've been here 2 months and have only been on campus a handful of times (EC doesn't count and neither does working for Gatorade). Living/working in the Dirty ≠ being on campus. That being said, I'm glad to be going home in TWO DAYS. Then I can chill for 3 weeks before Senior year gets started.

With PMs down (HOLYFUCKINGSHITTHATSUCKS), I think I'll work on Boots.

I hate rando MTers. :/

Dear roommate,
Is there any particular reason why you use the coffee table as the trash can? Last night you finished a cereal bar and asked me to put the wrapper on the table. Understandable since we were watching a movie. IT IS STILL THERE. And just moments ago, you finished some kind of tapioca pudding or something and put the empty container on the table. WHY? I realize that the trashcan is at least 5 more steps away, but come the fuck on. JUST THROW YOUR OWN SHIT AWAY. Are you saving that stuff for a rainy day or something? Gurl stawp.
 
Ol girl has GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. You know that I've been here. I've actually tried to get in contact with you and chill but you've always been to busy. And that's been fine because I can only take so much of you anyway. Then you bring up dinner before I leave. Cool. I asked you multiple times when and where. But because you don't see my reply you do something else!?!? WHY NOT GET IN CONTACT WITH ME FIRST? Is it my bad you didn't see the reply?
"I thought about text but was waiting or facebook"

I replied to you FOUR HOURS AGO.

Do you not realize that I planned around dinner with you? There are countless things I could have accomplished while fucking waiting on you. Way to be fucking inconsiderate.

I would not be this irritated if I weren't about to menstruate, because I'm normally a chill bitch. Well I just got frigid. You blow me off I blow you off. Sorry, I'm not interested in drinks and dessert.
 
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