The big One Zero

OOOO, the infamous blog entry number 10. The pressure to write something good is upon me..Hmmm, nothing comes to mind.After all it is 4 am. School is getting progressively harder. Trying to prepare a tooth for a filling is no walk in the park. I just beg of everyone to brush and floss,makes my life easier.

Speaking of, it just seems to only be getting harder and more specific. I am not a big fan of narrowing my life down to some central core - specific family, kids, place to live etc. I guess its called settling down in some areas of the world. It seems a lot of my friends are suffering from a similar fate. They want to be married too, but its so hard to get life in order on the right track. You lose touch with your friends and acquire new ones I suppose. They each play their little role in your dramatic miniseries of a life. Its nice that I have some major players in mine. The guest stars,supporting cast and understudies have been pretty shabby.

I still am contemplating dropping out of school - that would be a first, to go on some wild adventure ride. I have fantasies from time to time of being a vegas showgirl one day, a stripper the next. Or an archaeologist or a drummer for a struggling band. At this point, some clever friend of mine would tell me to go read a book or watch t.v..that's what they are there for.

We'll see, what is to become of me. I think I need to work on my smiling and eye contact skills...I get the feeling that I do not come across as being personable..but a huge part of me does not give a flyin penetration.

On a side note, how is it that use the computer everyday and still have to type looking down. If I wanted to try doing that, with something simple,say for example:
Bulletproof, I wish I was.
Not looking down, it would come out as: Bullet proog, I widh I was...
Hmm..maybe I am not as shabbu as U thoght I would have been, just need a little more practice I suppiese... heh heh
Back to staring down and getting a neck cramp!

What to do with myself

My freaking hormones are raging.They are stark-raving mad. They are at high school peak. After a long hiatus, my sex-drive seems to be popping up at the most random of places and for the most random of people. It needs to stop.Because they have a mind of their own.
My teachers are all suddenly hot. The great,big gold-toothed texan, and the pony-tailed obessive compulsive. The poor orator and hunch-backed old-timer. Oh,if I can only get one touch. I have been toying with the idea of dating a professor,and how sleazy and hot that may be. The tutoring,after hours, red wine fantasy can be pushed a very long way.
Still need to be in my bed, but as usual,here I am.
I really wish I knew what was going on. This particular gentleman, I keep going through a love hate, when we clearly have no relationship established is driving me nuts! He is so damn eloquent and well-spoken I will just about give my left tit to have him speak or write to me daily. Hey I don't discriminate about what gets you off. Its akin to some type of sensual foreplay I suppose. *sigh* Definately the hormones. Definately.
Now if I could stop listening to baby-making songs, and try to go to bed at a reasonable hour,maybe I might be ok.

Crank Yankers

People never fail to amaze me. Myself included. The devil truly doth find time for idle hands that are near to a pair of scissors. No, I did not cut up my credit cards, I cut my crowning glory. Who but me, decides to up in the middle of the night to give myself a haircut. Let's all bear in mind for the record, that I possess no skill and knowledge about this subject. I am pretty sure I don't need to tell you what the end result is. Hair does grow back,right?

So, if you have been paying close attention to this blog, which undoubtedly you have, I mentioned yesterday that I was surprised by the DEEPLY embedded pleasant quality of my former hottie classmate. Once again, I have proven that I actually do sum up people correctly, and the guy is a self-centered,pompous jerk. Harsh words you may say, but not when you are offended. To familiarise you with the scenario, I happened to be playing penpal with this individual all weekend. Having heated debates on Family Guy and his life,hobbies and interest. Now don't get me wrong, I was not trying to be his bff, but a simple hello would have been appropriate. Or was this a fun way to entertain himself over the weekend. That's the problem with blogs, I read your stupid journal about you and your damn girlfriend and false emotions get evoked. Nonetheless, there is an inherent rudeness about Americans and how they socialize. Friends today,Enemies tomorrow.I did laugh out however,when he shouted out a comment in class today, that was incorrect- at the beginning only, he did turn out to be right in the end- Bastard! From where do people get such self-assurity, with nothing to back it up. Ok, so he can write computer programs and fancy techie shit like that, but can he cut his own hair?!? Uhm...

That being said, I am officially giving up stalking. It has lost its zest, and there is no one fun to stalk anymore. Well, maybe there is that one kid,ooh and that other one too...Ok..so I'll drop the dirty habit soon enough. I won't mention again, how many damn exams I have, because now I am just being repetitive, and no one likes the predictable prude!

I like lists and surveys. Maybe I should be an epidemiologist now that I think of it.
Here is my list of 5 words I like to use lately:
1)Farce
2)Drat
3)twerp
4)
5)

Ok maybe I need to work on the list, as well as my vocab. Professor H would be proud.
There you have it. FUN FUN FUN.

Sun.Jan8.06

Lot's to say, but not in the mood to type. Maybe I should have done this when I was royally wasting time online in the library.

Today is my friend's birthday, and it suddenly dawned on me- ok not so sudden- that I am getting older. No closer to figuring life out. No closer to knowing myself. In as much as I hate life and find it pointless and dreary, it really is the little things that give me pleasure.

You really never know people. And as much as I think I have people all figured out, they can really be surprising. Take that stuck-up, snobby kid in my class, who happens to be really smart and full of shit. Underneath that "banana" peel (personal joke) is a sensitive, honest guy. I really value intelligence, or people who know things I would like to know, and he is very amazing to me right now.In an unexpected way.

I can't get enough. He expresses himself so fluently, is rather insightful and therefore is perhaps good in the sack!!! Haha..Maybe I need to interact with the outside world somemore, and stop lusting after peers. It makes school more fun I always say. Enough about school..

Fun websites:
www.marryyourpet.com
www.planarity.net

Like drinking poison...

Like eating glass (Bloc Party).

Ok..so its 2006. Happy New Yr punks! I did not do well on my last final. School is still sucking...hmm. Still, I am trying to see the bright side of the dreariness. I have a new roomie who seems pretty awesome, and I now live nearer to school.(waking up 1/2 hr b4 class, brings back memories of undergrad)
Well you can' t teach an old dog new tricks, as I am still here procrastinating instead of doing work. At least my hair is clean! I am missing my old friends a lot lately, as I just can't seem to hit it off w/ these folks. Its ok, ol' yellow (referenced her in prior post, but seeing that I am not computer savvy, I can't link the two- maybe I should not be allowed to have a blog) agrees in my assessment of the overall lameness of the individuals w/ which I have to interact. Thank god for pervy teachers, they amuse me.
Well I utterly failed in the stalking department last year, and thus I may have to find another object to fixate upon. Let's say the pool is pretty limited.
Oddly enough, nothing out of the blue has happened to me recently, unless you count the pigeon shitting on me yesterday, and the guy at the corner Deli, Ali, from Saudi Arabia hitting on me. Maybe I can get some free milk and turkey slices.....

So at least I got to go home to the tropics- I live near the equator- where I got to kick sand in my shoes and sclera.Yip.
I probably ate all the fish and lobster in the Caribbean sea. Which reminds me, I unabashedly downloaded Caribbean queen by Billy Ocean...I know, I know- but we're sharing the same dream!Gosh, I really need to improve my computer skills...I can't even upload music to this biotch.Anyway, Jamaica forever.

The fisherman boat