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Monday. 10.25.10 1:26 am
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Sunday. 10.17.10 1:32 am

My hair keeps twirling around my earrings and it's getting super obnoxious.

TIME TO PUNCH MY HAIR. OR MY EARS.


So Sarah went with me to get my ears pierced, the other day. It was pretty cool, because I was totally fine without my mother around. I guess I'm kind of canine like that. If the people around me are chill, I'm chill. If they're anxious, I'm anxious.

But whatever. They're pierced (my ears, not the people I'm around). Again. Last time was just bad luck...they both got really infected just after I took them out and I couldn't get other earrings in. It was a bunch of poop.

It's going to take a few months for me to take them out because I like to be sure that they've healed.

And after that...I get to indulge in all the dangly earrings I've stocked up on.

YUM!


In other news, my mother is moving out, Monday. I've been thinking more on who I'm going to visit when. I was considering living with Mom during the week and Dad over the weekends, but then I like to have friends over, sometimes, on the weekends, and I don't want to seem like I'm using him and his house. Parents aren't just there to buy stuff, contrary to popular belief. Not that I even have a lot of things that I would like.

Just a couple of Christmas presents to potentially last me till I'm grey. Whatever my parents don't get me, I'll sooner or later get around to buying myself. Honestly, I'm more concerned about what to get them. They're...hard to buy for.

My mom always asks for socks. My dad always says he doesn't care and can buy himself whatever he wants.

When you're unwrapping a present from someone...unless it's a customary gift thing where you bring whoever hosts you in his or her home a token of appreciation, or whoever hosts a party a bottle of wine...

It's nice to have that person unwrapping something, too.



But I guess Christmas is going to be weird, anyway, since I'll be hitting two houses instead of one.


Eyes feel sleepy, Sunday is my car cleaning day, INCLUDING A WASH AND VACUUM. I am such a loving mommy.


But, you know, my womb doesn't exist, as far as any men/probing relatives/my mother (WHICH YES IS PLURAL K THANKS) are concerned.

JUST FOR MY CAR.



DEVIOUS CHARLES, MY LOVE FOR YOU IS FOREVER.

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Thursday. 10.7.10 11:33 pm

So some of the people in lab were making a big fuss about something, today. I couldn't see what, because our lab stations are puny and face-to-face so that there's no leg room. People were asking about it so my professor told us, "Oh, I caught a cockroach in a little cage and named him Pete."

I feel like, in some weird way, she and I are far more alike than I'll ever know.

Oh, and there was this kind of big spider on the floor. (By the way, I'm home right now for undisclosed reasons, but I'm commuting back in the morning for class.) Probably the size of my thumb. I saw one Post Secret a long time ago about how the person was scared of a spider and got his/her dog to eat it, AND THE DOG DIED. I said, No sir. I don't want my crazy hunter dog to think that the spider is some sort of game.

So I picked up one of my mother's loafers (yes, my mother wears loafers).


--What you need to know about me is that I was raised on baseball. My grandpa played it, he taught it to my mother and all her sisters, and she taught it to my brother and me. We guard our house with baseball bats instead of guns, but I assure you that any intruder should think twice.

...Thrice.



--I wound my arm to alleviate any dislocation my shoulder might have been experiencing (because I'm hypermobile and my shoulder is practically always experiencing dislocation) and eyed the spider thoughtfully. It eyed me thoughtfully back.

She winds up...there's the pitch...!


The shoe I threw ended up cutting the spider clean in half. I can't say I haven't witnessed something so dedicatedly accurate, before, because my friend's brother threw a knife from his patio and pinned a bird to a tree (far more depressing because a bird isn't creepy, I know, but also really impressive).

But it was pretty damn accurate. I checked the pieces, before squashing them to make sure they were dead.


GUYS DON'T BE GROSSED OUT IS WAS SO COOOOL.

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Sunday. 10.3.10 11:17 pm

So, this weekend, I went to a Mary Kay thing at my friend's house and had some cool face stuff done. But it made my pimples come back. Before then I just had the few dots I get for a few days every month. Now I have so many that I'm honestly kind of confused.

Silly products. That's why I stick with my regimen and don't trust anyone else's advice as far as my face goes. It defies all logic, anyway, and most people have normal, logic-abiding face skin. Why would I listen to them? I have the anti-face.

So, anyway, now I have pimples worse than I have ever had in my life.

It's okay, though. All things are temporary.


After the facials (and some other small things), Meagan, Sarah and I went out on the town. We first tried to kidnap Seth from his dorm room, but the security there is actually pretty good. Or, it was when we arrived. Of course his phone was also dead.

So we gave up.

Then we ate and rode off into the night to buy colorful wigs. Or, that wasn't the intention, but it worked out so that we were all wearing ridiculous, cheap, colorful wigs by around midnight.

When I finally got back home around 2:10, the house was dark and I had the blue wig that belonged to my friend Meagan. She had my hot pink one. I had her plaid shirt, and somewhere in all that my friend Sarah was wearing a long, curly, white-blonde wig, saying "Long hair don't care" in response to just about everything.


The amazing thing is that my friends and I honestly don't need alcohol to be this stupid. Maybe it helps (I wouldn't know, I stay away from alcohol), but it certainly isn't the main cause.


The next day, I met some friends at a local restaurant favorite for kids my age. Before we walked in, my friend Araam and I were talking about how there were only two girls coming including me, and that my luck dictated that the other female would cancel.

Once we got inside, she did.

Of course! Life is funny like that.

But hey, that was okay. I like having time with just guys. I've always appreciated males because they're usually so stable on the outside. Even if all sorts of things are going on inside. That sort of calmness and restraint makes me so glad to be around them. We made perverted jokes the whole time and talked about whatever. Nothing was awkward except the intentionally awkward. All the guys ordered the same dish, and I ended up the only one with a burger.

Later, I drove Seth and Araam back to my house and some others came for movie night. We watched Watchmen, which people seemed to enjoy. Araam told everyone to cover their eyes during the sex scene. Seth, under the blanket with me (as Araam instructed for eye-coverage), suggested, "I wonder what Araam's doing while all our eyes are covered."

Even though his intent was obvious, I quietly whispered, "Fapfapfapfapfap."

We both laughed, which led to a hand check. We feebly raised our hands under the blanket. "I ONLY SEE ONE," said Sarah. I uncovered our hands so she could see them all.

Unfortunately, she also couldn't see my face. So she gave me a face check.

I don't know why he and I can't laugh without getting a hand check. The blanket is practically see-through. If I were to even want to try anything, I would know that the blanket my own mother knitted was not a safe zone.

Argh.

After everyone left, he and I popped in another movie and watched that distantly until around two in the morning. I like having a bunch of people around, but it's also great to hang out with just one person. It's nice, being able to talk and laugh with an old friend. I've known him since I was fourteen, after all.

Once the movie ended, I had to drive him back to his dorm. The windshield was fogged up from the cold and my contact was dried out, so here I was leaning forward like an old timer, one eye winking violently, driving 15 in a 25 zone.

He was fantastic at ignoring how preposterous I looked.


Also, my shoes came in. They're fugly, but I feel better when I wear them. Plus, I wore a Hooters shirt and my favorite jacket with them, today, so I felt hot enough to pull them off. My hair was all light and blowing in the wind. It was fantastic.

My roommate, of course, was totally miffed about my shoes. She thinks they are the ugliest things ever and that my walking differently is personally offensive to her. After a while, she threw a discarded bustier at me and told me to "get sexy."

WELL IT'S TOO LATE FOR THAT, BUDDY.

The best quote I took down, last week:

“First off we ain’t no damn universidad, we a college.”


Oh, and I found a parking spot closer to my dorm. Pros: less walking distance between there and my dorm, closer proximity to the police. Cons: less well-lit and more visibility from the street. I'm not sure whether I want to stay there or not. Something just told me, tonight, to park in the closer lot. I guess I'll never know whether my intuition was onto something or not.


Oh, and I still plan on transferring. Meagan and I are planning on getting a two-bedroom apartment down there and starting a small business. We're smart, capable, good-looking women. Why not?

Oh, and we're looking for a place that allows pets. I want a cat.

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