I really fucking hate people that don't use their turn signals. It really pisses me and Smitty 2.0 off. It's not that hard people, just flick the god damn stick up or down.
I don't like my car and I will hit you and your stupid SUV with it.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Under Where?
God, I am like so clever and smart and funny! This is a post about underwear and I made the title Under Where? God, seriously, how can you people stand to hang out with me? I am too awesome...
Today, Christina and I went to Victoria's Secret to buy underwear. She just likes underwear, but I needed some because I think someone stole mine from the dryer in Crossings. I used to have enough to go about 4 weeks, but somehow I dropped down to about 2 weeks. (By the way, I own more than 14 pairs of underwear, but some of it I hate and don't like to wear unless I have to and sometimes I have to be in the right mind frame to wear a certain pair and then other times it depends on the bra...and that is WAY too much information about the cotton that covers my ass. I digress...)
So yeah, it's the Victoria's Secret Semi-Annual Secret Sale and stuff is pretty cheap compared to the normal ridiculous prices. The only catch is that you have to rifle around in these bins digging through stuff with all these other women clamoring all over you. In this kind of situation it's bad to be average sized because everyone else is too and they are all digging around you trying to steal the underwears you like.
As Christina said this is one of the few situations where you will find women up to their elbows in panties. The conversations people have are really weird too. I heard these two women discussing "thong marks." Apparently, VS thongs leave marks on the one lady. Instead of thinking maybe she should try a bigger size the lady said she pads herself. I have no idea what that means, and I didn't want to think about it. VS has some weird ass underwear too. Look and look again. How are they sexy? Do I need a penis to find those hot? They just make me laugh. We also found one completely made out of fake diamonds, but I can't find it on the site.
Oh, man. Can someone buy me these? I'd never wear it ever, but it makes music!! Someone get married so I can buy it for them.
Oh, and, by the way, someone hire me. Please!
Today, Christina and I went to Victoria's Secret to buy underwear. She just likes underwear, but I needed some because I think someone stole mine from the dryer in Crossings. I used to have enough to go about 4 weeks, but somehow I dropped down to about 2 weeks. (By the way, I own more than 14 pairs of underwear, but some of it I hate and don't like to wear unless I have to and sometimes I have to be in the right mind frame to wear a certain pair and then other times it depends on the bra...and that is WAY too much information about the cotton that covers my ass. I digress...)
So yeah, it's the Victoria's Secret Semi-Annual Secret Sale and stuff is pretty cheap compared to the normal ridiculous prices. The only catch is that you have to rifle around in these bins digging through stuff with all these other women clamoring all over you. In this kind of situation it's bad to be average sized because everyone else is too and they are all digging around you trying to steal the underwears you like.
As Christina said this is one of the few situations where you will find women up to their elbows in panties. The conversations people have are really weird too. I heard these two women discussing "thong marks." Apparently, VS thongs leave marks on the one lady. Instead of thinking maybe she should try a bigger size the lady said she pads herself. I have no idea what that means, and I didn't want to think about it. VS has some weird ass underwear too. Look and look again. How are they sexy? Do I need a penis to find those hot? They just make me laugh. We also found one completely made out of fake diamonds, but I can't find it on the site.
Oh, man. Can someone buy me these? I'd never wear it ever, but it makes music!! Someone get married so I can buy it for them.
Oh, and, by the way, someone hire me. Please!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
And then there was none...
I am sitting in my empty apartment all alone sort of packing up the last of my stuff, but mostly just looking at random crap on the internet. It's really sad and depressing which is the perfect introduction to a blog entry! I am not looking forward to leaving as everyone has heard me whine about 900 times.
I had some kick ass times in this place and hung out with some very cool people. Thank you all for that. I don't think I can continue this without repeating the whiny, sad crap I already said before. So, I'll just say see you all later sometime. (Which will probably be in like a week, but I am a big whiny baby and I like to complain a lot. Plus I'm adorable when I do it.) If I don't see you, have a nice life and if I ever was mean/yelled at you, I'm sorry! Unless you deserved it, in which case I stand by yelling, but I probably just yelled to yell and was mean to be mean or I didn't think before I acted and again, I'm sorry.
Thus in conclusion, fun and laughter were had and college overall was pretty awesome.
One final thingy: I don't know how often I'll update this after today, I have dial up at my house and it is the bane of my existence and plus the entries will probably all be like, "Sent out some resumes today, played some FreeCell." If anything remotely cool or funny happens I'll try to update. But, who knows, there is nothing else to do in Kennett Square, but wait for webpages to load so maybe I'll still be on all the time.
I had some kick ass times in this place and hung out with some very cool people. Thank you all for that. I don't think I can continue this without repeating the whiny, sad crap I already said before. So, I'll just say see you all later sometime. (Which will probably be in like a week, but I am a big whiny baby and I like to complain a lot. Plus I'm adorable when I do it.) If I don't see you, have a nice life and if I ever was mean/yelled at you, I'm sorry! Unless you deserved it, in which case I stand by yelling, but I probably just yelled to yell and was mean to be mean or I didn't think before I acted and again, I'm sorry.
Thus in conclusion, fun and laughter were had and college overall was pretty awesome.
One final thingy: I don't know how often I'll update this after today, I have dial up at my house and it is the bane of my existence and plus the entries will probably all be like, "Sent out some resumes today, played some FreeCell." If anything remotely cool or funny happens I'll try to update. But, who knows, there is nothing else to do in Kennett Square, but wait for webpages to load so maybe I'll still be on all the time.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Packing.
I am bad at packing and moving. I hate it and I don't want to move thus I don't want to do it henceforth I just sit here staring at the crap instead of doing anything.
I have saved the stupidest stuff over the years and I can't bring myself to throw any of it away. I still have everything that was on my walls freshmen year. I put up like one or two of the things again, but mostly it just sits around in a box. I also have a box filled with desk/school stuff that I never remember I have until I move out. There is like 9,000 pens in there, but I never actually look in the box when I move and just buy new pens. I've been carrying around boxes full of shit I never use and just add more useless shit to them every year. I had 9 rolls of scotch tape in one box for fuck's sake!
I've made some progress, I have been slowly taking stuff home. I'm trying to get rid of the big stuff and the un-important stuff first. That's another problem. I think stuff like my ceramic camel from Heather is important. It's awesome, but not necessarily useful in anyway. Same with my fairy wings. For some insane reason in my head I think I need them. Someone remind me to wear them please.
My dad is coming to help me with the big stuff. I lied my face off and told him my room was pretty much empty... He is going to shoot me.
I have saved the stupidest stuff over the years and I can't bring myself to throw any of it away. I still have everything that was on my walls freshmen year. I put up like one or two of the things again, but mostly it just sits around in a box. I also have a box filled with desk/school stuff that I never remember I have until I move out. There is like 9,000 pens in there, but I never actually look in the box when I move and just buy new pens. I've been carrying around boxes full of shit I never use and just add more useless shit to them every year. I had 9 rolls of scotch tape in one box for fuck's sake!
I've made some progress, I have been slowly taking stuff home. I'm trying to get rid of the big stuff and the un-important stuff first. That's another problem. I think stuff like my ceramic camel from Heather is important. It's awesome, but not necessarily useful in anyway. Same with my fairy wings. For some insane reason in my head I think I need them. Someone remind me to wear them please.
My dad is coming to help me with the big stuff. I lied my face off and told him my room was pretty much empty... He is going to shoot me.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Trendsetta!
On Sunday, Roni, Luke, Luke's roommate, Tom, and I went to the train station to eat ice cream and watch the people get all sappy and say goodbye to each other. We like to dissect various couples' kissing styles and even pondered how it was humanly possible for this one couple to have sex. The guy was WAY taller than his lady friend, but anyway, my point was that Roni said the greatest thing ever:
She referred to making out as NECKING.
And I laughed a lot and we said all the out dated expressions we could think of. But I am totally going to bring "neck" back. So spread the word! Go neck!
In case you are confused, here is the definition from dictionary.com. (I know one of my 4 readers is foreign...)
v. necked, neck·ing, necks
v. intr. Informal
She referred to making out as NECKING.
And I laughed a lot and we said all the out dated expressions we could think of. But I am totally going to bring "neck" back. So spread the word! Go neck!
In case you are confused, here is the definition from dictionary.com. (I know one of my 4 readers is foreign...)
v. necked, neck·ing, necks
v. intr. Informal
- To kiss and caress amorously.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Things I learned yesterday.
Who said just because college was over I'd stop learning?
Yesterday, I learned that:
1. Putting ice on mosquito bites makes them not itch and not look like you got pelted with golf balls.
2. Having a little old lady ice you down is nice at first, but at some point you need to get her to stop.
3. The DeMarco girls and Mrs. DeMarco can dance like nobody's business.
4. To get from New Jersey to Philadelphia you need to pay a toll.
5. Toll booths don't like it when you don't have any money.
6. Camden is still the scariest place ever. (Although this time I did not see Aileen Wuornos.)
Yesterday, I learned that:
1. Putting ice on mosquito bites makes them not itch and not look like you got pelted with golf balls.
2. Having a little old lady ice you down is nice at first, but at some point you need to get her to stop.
3. The DeMarco girls and Mrs. DeMarco can dance like nobody's business.
4. To get from New Jersey to Philadelphia you need to pay a toll.
5. Toll booths don't like it when you don't have any money.
6. Camden is still the scariest place ever. (Although this time I did not see Aileen Wuornos.)
Saturday, June 04, 2005
I'm done.
So, I am done with college. I won't graduate until next week, but I'm done. I got all the grades and returned all the books and bought the ridiculously overpriced black robe. It's very weird. I have no idea what I am going to do with myself. I'll pretty much work anywhere and do anything. Hire me! I don't know what I like or don't like, so I just need a job to determine if I like it. I do not like the food service industry, I know that one. Hire me!
It's insane to think that I am no longer a college student, but am now a twentysomething. I think that means I may have responsibilities and shit soon. I can't imagine me as a grown up. I am not adequately prepared for that. Does being a grown up mean I can't wear my sneakers with holes in them anymore? Or my nerdy tshirts with pictures of dinosaurs, aliens, Mickey Mouse, or TVs on them? Am I still allowed to laugh over fart jokes? My dad still thinks shit jokes are funny, but is that only okay because he's a guy? Can I not giggle anymore when someone says "balls?" Am I not allowed to watch the WB anymore? Do grown ups sing along to Disney musicals at the top of their lungs? Can I still eat cereal as a meal? Holy shit, do grown ups still wear pink? If not, I'm pretty much down to 4 shirts.
I can't be a grown up! I can't even balance my checkbook. And I still call my dad anytime a light turns on on my car dashboard. I pretty much call him any time anything confusing happens. I am never going to be a woman, I can't even bring myself to consider myself a "young adult." I still classify myself as a girl.
This stuff really freaks me out. I keep having the most insane thoughts. I am trying my best not to think about it. It's going sort of alright. I don't feel any different yet, but this huge blob of change is just hanging out right in front of me, mocking me. I just want to kick it in the fucking balls. Hee, I said balls.
It's insane to think that I am no longer a college student, but am now a twentysomething. I think that means I may have responsibilities and shit soon. I can't imagine me as a grown up. I am not adequately prepared for that. Does being a grown up mean I can't wear my sneakers with holes in them anymore? Or my nerdy tshirts with pictures of dinosaurs, aliens, Mickey Mouse, or TVs on them? Am I still allowed to laugh over fart jokes? My dad still thinks shit jokes are funny, but is that only okay because he's a guy? Can I not giggle anymore when someone says "balls?" Am I not allowed to watch the WB anymore? Do grown ups sing along to Disney musicals at the top of their lungs? Can I still eat cereal as a meal? Holy shit, do grown ups still wear pink? If not, I'm pretty much down to 4 shirts.
I can't be a grown up! I can't even balance my checkbook. And I still call my dad anytime a light turns on on my car dashboard. I pretty much call him any time anything confusing happens. I am never going to be a woman, I can't even bring myself to consider myself a "young adult." I still classify myself as a girl.
This stuff really freaks me out. I keep having the most insane thoughts. I am trying my best not to think about it. It's going sort of alright. I don't feel any different yet, but this huge blob of change is just hanging out right in front of me, mocking me. I just want to kick it in the fucking balls. Hee, I said balls.
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