I Like Boobs

God, it’s been years since someone’s asked me that. What is this, the MySpace era?! I think the problem I have with this entire phrase and keyword, taken, is that it makes no sense, what’s-so-ever. What does that even mean, to be taken? Where am I being taken to? Who’s taking me there? Why are you inquiring about my whereabouts? 

Yes, I know that it’s not supposed to be taken literally but I still feel like it’s a silly way of asking whether or not someone is single. 

And no, even if I were single, I would not send you nudes; stop asking.

Besides the revival of ancient relationship-status inquiry phrases, today has been good. As good as a Saturday could have been I guess, given the circumstances. I want to spend some quality time with my PC but alas, I think I’m going to pass out. I have work in the morning so I might as well quit while I’m ahead. 

Goodnight.

Deleted “Harper Blackboard” from my shortcuts bar and man did it feel good.

I’m going to a wedding reception today and I must admit that I’m excited. I need more social interaction in my life and I have a feeling today’s outing should suffice. I also enjoy dressing nice, now that I have a few garments in my possession that I really enjoy wearing.

Oh man, I should probably find an apartment. Probably…

Anonymous asked: are you bald?

Underneath my wig? Yes, indeed I am.

My dad invited one of his employees and his family over to my house today for a BBQ. The guy brought his 18-year-old daughter who went to the crummy e coli-infested lake with my brother. What did she go swimming in? Why, my expensive shorts, of course. And who, you ask, gave her my shorts? No one other than my mother. Not only do they smell like sewage, they’re all stretched since this bitch squeezed her size 5 ass into my size 0 shorts.

God, I am so pissed off.

I just want to punch someone in the face. Three people, actually. Why does everyone enjoy making me miserable?

I hate how my life has dwindled down to work and hanging out with my boyfriend. I just want reliable friends again.

I got an A on my first final. I was going to write about this yesterday but I forgot to. Now ll that’s left is my hands-on final tomorrow and then school is over, for now. 

I still don’t know where I’m going to be living in the fall but I guess I still have time to figure that all out. I just really don’t want to move out, I like living with my parents. 

This post was pointless, you’re welcome.

First off, I just want to share the extreme amount of joy that comes from knowing this is going to be my final week here at Harper. Make that two days, actually. I’m sick and tired of my Java class but more importantly — I’m downright exhausted by my picky instructor. I can’t wait to take my finals and walk out of her classroom for the last time.

Having two finals sucks, but it sucks even more when you’re teacher’s psychotic. Because you know, she proved her “sanity” when she decided to give two finals. Getting points off because she didn’t like the name of my class/method is ridiculous as is getting penalized for doing something I had okay’d with her via e-mail. Seriously, it’s getting out of hand. My solid A has slowly become borderline-B and it’s not sitting with me well. I refuse to let this class ruin my GPA.

Besides the whole I-hate-my-Java-instructor thing, I might have the flu or something of that nature. I literally cannot stand up straight without feeling like someone’s stabbing me in the gut with a knife. Yoga tomorrow? We’ll see how that goes.

I think I’m going to end the night with a little cleaning. My room is starting to resemble a pig-pen.

Before I got to bed, I just want to point out a couple of things that have been bothering me. Well, it’s just one thing person, actually — my brother, Jerzy.

Days after getting broken up with, dear old Jerzy has already “moved on” to bigger and better things and even brought someone over today. Though he is entitled to do whatever and whomever he likes, what annoys me is that he purposefully posts things to piss off his ex. I don’t even feel like going over what he’s been writing so you can check it out for yourself, here. 

I want to point out one little thing before I call it a night; he mentions how “upset” he was for a long time after Taylor and him broke up but that he’s moved on now. Notice however, that they’ve been broken up for a week. Forgive me, I stand corrected; two weeks.

Draw your own conclusions, people.

Goodnight, and good luck with finals (those of you who have them).