Dear World,

Please stop asking me what I want to do with an English degree. I know that about as well as I know Russian. Also, if you keep asking me how school's going, I will be forced to actually tell you, instead of making up stories so you won't feel bad. Yes, I am giving up a full scholarship. That should tell you something, shouldn't it? Oh, but you're not supposed to let on how miserable you are to anyone except the very closest people in your life. Otherwise you're just whining. Right.

Yes, I know that asking me about school is really the only safe question to ask a 20 year old. Allegedly. Maybe you could ask me about my hobbies or something instead, idk.

Whatever,
Me

P.S. I wonder how many bricks would be shat if I let on that I'm considering something besides college...?

Well well. Looks like someone finally noticed! I just logged on to see this:

deathbloodfangs (2/24/2009 12:37:18 PM): Hey. So word on the black market is that I'm being shunned for words spoken as an idiot. Sorry you took offense to my gay comment but honestly, I think James is retarded and said what he did to get you. Didn't he say he was grossed out by guy on guy then turns around and says he's pan? Whats up with that? Maybe I'm missing something but I'm just looking out for u.

No honey, you are not, and have not been, looking out for me. You've been trying to run off everyone's boyfriends and been extremely prejudiced towards gay men/perceived gay(ish) men, both for as long as I've known you. It is never okay to threaten to physically injure someone for "acting gay."

James did this amazing thing called realizing he was wrong, which was followed by something called an apology, and- gasp- a change in behavior. You haven't seemed interested in any of these things. That, up there that you wrote? Not an actual apology. It's really just "sorry that I got caught being dickish."

If your idea of "looking out for me" is being bigoted and threatening my friends, then I think I can do without it, thank you.

...So yeah. I think I'm going to send this or something like it back, as soon as I can get yahoo messenger to work right. Feel free to suggest changes/additions. I'd keep typing, but I've gotten to the point where I'm so pissed off that my hands are shaking.

I hate when I know my friends are upset, but I have no idea what to do or say. I'm sorry C&C, I kind of fail. (But hey, at least this semester's almost over, right? :\ )

In other news, I have one final (sociology) tomorrow, one on Tuesday (French), and then I go home! Fuck yeah!

Hamlet is officially nicknamed HamHam. Or Hamtaro. The play is now known as Green Eggs and Hamlet. I am now known as a crazy person, aussi.

Je veux dormir, mais ce n'est pas possible. Parce que les ananas ne parlent pas. C'est vrai. Tout les ananas. Ils ne parlent pas. Merci Ananas, merci. Je ne sais pas si ma francais est bien ou mal. C'est plus tard.

(NOTE: I am tres desolee about the lack of accents in this post, but I'm too lazy to figure it out at this very moment. *shrug*)

Yo soy una Studentin. Ich kenne ein bisschen Allemand. J'ai oublie most of my espanol. Je suis triste. I should be writing. My paper, that is. Bien sur. Alors. Alors.

My name is Lucille, and I know how you feel. :D

Konnichi wa! !Hola! Bonjour! Guten Abend! Sup y'all?

Apparently, HamHam's crazy is contagious. I have no idea what the hell this post is about, sorry. Ich kenne nicht. The door is open. I have quite a bit of outline, as well as some actual paper-text. Perhaps I should go to bed. Hmm. Never gonna give you up/ Never gonna let you down/ Never gonna run around/ And desert you

I think when I'm not paper writing, I'ma writing some crazy!fic, probably of the orig fic variety. I do think the Doc (no I haven't talked about that character or what he's from on here before, don't worry) needs some fleshing out. Or some fleshing at all. Heh. Or or or. Augh, let me not ramble about my orig fic. 'Cuz when I talk it out, I never write it down. No offence, y'all. (Y'all? I swear, I'm not a real Southerner, it's just a convenient word, okay??)

By the way, it's electric! (You can't see it it's electric! You gotta feel it it's electric!) (This song + Megavolt footage = one of the best vids I've ever seen. For srs.)

Okay, that's enough out of me. For reals. (Boogie woogie woogie)

A strip club.




...I mean. What?

Cake and boobs: two great tastes that go great together!



I love college.

Hmm. What a good-looking question.

So, out of all the various issues with That Damn Katy Perry Song, you know what gets me? Cherry chapstick sounds disgusting. :O

Goddamn. Yes, it's a season. Who the hell writes these? >:|

Today is a day of boobs!