October 2010
4 posts
Wednesday is whatever.
Sunday is sleepy. Monday is meh. Tuesday is totally overrated. Wednesday is whatever. Thursday is thouroghly boring. Friday is freaking annoying. Saturday is super blah. Mlah. I’m at school. Today is the first day that the glbt group meets in the library. Only issue is that I’m lost as balls. This place is huge. Lucky I have an hour and a half to find it. What sucks is I went to look...
September 2010
22 posts
Ggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrar! I need to fucking learn how to drive… This woman is driving me nuts.
Whine whine whine...
Again, the tuesday/Thursday suckage. Thea is asking why I wNt to leave at 8:50, when my class begins at 9:30. I could have sworn I’d told her that I like being at school a bit earlier so I can get into the mindset. But no. She just looks at me like I’m stupid and keeps going at snail pace. I seriously can’t wait until I can drive. Waking up later, going when I want to, playing...
Morning blaaah.
I always feel bad on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Why, you ask, dearest? Well, I have to get up to go to school at 7:15. “Mmm” you say, nodding empatheticly. But that isn’t all honey. Oh no. I have to be at my first class at 9:30. It takes twenty minutes to drive to school. “Wow, Pandah, why is there so much time? Wouldn’t you benefit from getting up at 8, getting an extra...
Oh, yay! Awkie sex dreams! (Warning: GRAPHIC UNDER...
So, as a little background, my friend has a booty call/fuckbuddy/whatever. I find him attractive, but not enough to pursue anything, and frankly, he’s a bit of a jerk. But I do find him attractive. Well, I somehow ended up having a sex dream about him. Decided to tell my friend about it. Me: Okay, so, TOP-FUCKING-SECRET. I didn’t go to church today to get my book and letter,...
Letters to You. (1)
You were perfect. Well, you weren’t perfect, but you were perfect in your imperfection. You had short blond/brown hair. A little gap in your front teeth. A head or so taller than me. The tightest of tee-shirts. It didn‘t surprise me at all when you told me you had been a model when you were younger. I had no clue how to talk to you. I mean, what would someone like you want with someone like me? I...
So...
As a therapeutic thing, I’m thinking of writing letters to people, of things I’ve always wanted to say to them, and instead of sending them, putting them here. With no names, obviously. I think I’ll title them “Letters to You.” Doesn’t that sound lovely?
This boy is freaking adorable. →
Life Lessons of breakfast.
I read once in a book that the universe is a school, and it is full of lessons for us, the students. If we don’t learn that lesson, the universe will keep teaching us these lessons, in varying degrees of harshness until we get it. Well, I thought I’d learned the lesson about “not cooking bacon pantsless.” I guess I didn’t.
Psychologists say the two predominant factors in...
Been laying in bed, for a half hour, with the covers on and the lights off, and still no sleep. Goddamnit…
I love it when things write themselves in my head… :)
My true Religion.
Dance is the closest I’ve ever come to having faith. Movement is a prayer that brings me closer to what you call God. I call it creating from the deepest self. Music is divine. It can make you thrash your body around in fury, fall to the ground weeping like your heart has been truly and irreparably broken, or sway, wrapped in quiet ecstasy. Music itself is emotion amplified: sorrow,...
Late night ramblings.
So my usual insomnia cure of a couple orgasms and a cig haven’t worked. My brain is tired, but my body isn’t tired enough to drag me down into dreamland. WWE is playing, and that usually puts me to sleep. The cat is sleeping on my ankles. Lucky twit. I guess I have a bit to think about. Annoyingly emo and erotic poetry have been swirling around in my head for days now. I miss my...
But, goddamn steak is nommy. Nomnomnomnomnomnom…
Dinner...
Steak is yummy, but my rents are making me eat it at the table. Fiends. But I dun wanna be social…
Oh, and a warning:
To the people who know me IRL, I may post personal things, about mature stuff like my health, sexuality, partying, use of substances that are and aren’t legal for people my age (18). If you don’t want to know this stuff about me, or are going to preach to me about what I’m doing wrong in my life, or are going to do immature things like gossip, stop reading now. This is my blog,...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
First post!
Well, not exactly sure what I’ll do with this tumblr business, but I’m just gonna say, I finished my first month of college. Even better, I’m not fetal and never leaving my room! hoorah!
