The answer is home. Scariest photo ever. Ev.Er. And at only $4.99, it's quite a steal, eh? *shudder*

When she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke my spine. So I've grown two inches since starting college. I was 5'6.75" and now I'm 5'8.5" I'm positively amazonian. Yow.

And, because good things always seem to end, I miss my roommate:
J: The waffle house will be hit tomorrow night, though
E: I like waffles
J: I'm all about the bad grits, and T. is all about the waffles ;-)
E: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
J: *smirks*
E: That was a good one
J: Why thank you

Never, ever wanna crash. Yes, I suck and have not updated in forever. Sue me, it's finals. Bah. In the mean time, amuse yourself with this.

I can be cruel. In the spirit of procrastination, I made a list of stuff that annoys me. This does not include the obvious such as intolerance, sexism, racism, Republicans, etc. I'm living up to my title of 2003 Lil' Miss Vicious, huh?

• People who use the word chica (e.g "I'm out with my chicas")


• People who sign e-mails "cheers" or "ttfn."


• Toe rings


• Leopard print or any kind of cat print


• Those damn pants with the words written across the ass


• People who lace their shoes the wrong way in an attempt to be "indie." Also included under this subject are people who misspell their names intentionally so as to be "unique."
  
• People who put countdowns on their aim profiles documenting when they get to go home and hang out with their high school friends.


• People who wear clothing that's way too small because they think it looks sexy.


• Helpless people. Also, people who always have to be the center of attention.


• People who pretend to be lesbians to get attention from men.


• Men with "Asian fetishes."


• People who listen to Oakenfold and think they're into the raver scene. Also, people who listen to Weezer and think they're indie or emo.


• People who think they are required to know about every esoteric underground band out there (e.g. "I really need to get into Tapes n' Tapes").


• Yuppies *shudder*

Met him in a hotel. My profound thought of the moment: Sex is good, much better than paper writing.

Ah, I feel better now that I've shared that with you.

She burns in the sun. I can't tell you how depressing I find the end of the semester. Between all the work I have to get through during finals, the packing, the late nights, the lack of sex... and then to have to leave everyone I love... it just kills me every time. I had a nice little routine going, and there's still stuff I want to do before I leave that just won't get done. Boo.

At the N. dinner tonight, P. kept talking about all her friends who were getting engaged and how she's going to stay with her boyfriend after graduation blah blah blah. Things I just don't need to think about.

I'll admit that going home has distinct advantages, and I can't say that my summer is going to suck. But I still feel like summer is intertia. It's like I'm storing up all this potential energy when all I want to do is explode into kenetic. It's a big stop until you can start again. Also, I only have one semester left until I go abroad. I really feel like time is running out for me and everything I know is going to come to an end, so I'd better make the most of the time that I have.

Sus, we have to go dancing this summer!

Timebombs are marching. It's that time again...

Too busy to bother with those pesky SEQs? Just cut and paste these easy to use responses:

Valuable features: I really liked the live animal sacrifices. Also, the lab on the effects of ethyl alcohol on motor coordination (in that really cool Buick on the Mass. Pike) was great. (Note: for a non-lab course substitute; Learning all those ways to say "fornicate yourself" was really great, too.)

Features to Improve: I don't think that we should have been required to clean the instuctors home and office. I also think that adding a human sacrifice, I'm thinking specifically of that Econ major who always sat in the front row, would have added immensely to the course.

Own Effort: Well, one time I showed up, at least long enough to barf, after a long night out. Now that's effort!

Recommend course: I would recommend this class to anyone who aspires to be a bartender in a strip joint on Long Island. Other than that, avoid it like the plague.

Rating of course: PG

Recommend Instructor: I would recommend Professor ____________ for the nearest leper colony. Or, if that's not possible, for a long slow death by boredom, listening to someone as dull as he/she is.

Rating of Instructor: PG-13

Hope this helps - remember that they're required!

Bless me with Athena. You know that you've been living with someone for too long when conversations such as the following occur:
J: I put the thingy on the thingies . . . you know, that goes on the thingy . . . Whoa, did anyone actually understand that?
Me: Yeah . . . I did. Somehow, I did . . . you put the foam covers on the ends of your earbuds. *contemplates* Holy shit!

Yes, it is truly sad *shakes head in shame*

You put the lime in the coconut and shake it all up. My roommate is currently taunting me with pizza. I said I wouldn't order any because I'm watching my weight, and now there's this eerie voice eminating behind me making yummy noises and mentioning various delicious aspects of pizza. I'm getting a bit scared, to tell you the truth. And hungry. That bitch :-p

In other news, L(y) just attempted to explain to me why I am not on her list of three Ns she would want with her on a desert island. I quote the conversation below as it is quite hilarious:
L(y): The reason why you're not included on my list is 'cause I wouldn't want you to be stuck on a desert island. You're too cool for that.
Me: Aww, you're sweet. But I still think I'd be good desert island company.
L(y): You would. If you were on vacation with me, hell yeah. But stuck with me? I'd rather you weren't there.
Me: It's cuz I smell, isn't it?
L(y): *Everyone* smells on a desert island.

Ah, the laughter. What were my choices, you ask? Well, here you go:
I would pick L(y), L(c) and Sus... except Sus would get thrown to the sharks for being a traitor and abandoning us. And then, while the sharks were distracted by the Sus meat, L(c), L(y) and I would launch the raft we made and sail to safety. Let this be a lesson to you all: Quit the N and you become shark bate.

Ah, good times.