straight up and dirty

God bless Twitter.  Not only does it allow me to inform my followers of my day-to-day activities, but it also gives me a chance to send out mass drunk texts to my friends, as well as strangers.  Genius.  My personal favorite Tweet to date is either "I made my drink into a sandwich" or Caroline's tweet "Beef is delirious", both which occurred in the same night.  Rock stars.

Sometimes I look at my family and ask myself, "How the hell am I not adopted?!?"  

I recently made a list of qualities I look for in a potential mate, and came to the conclusion that the chances of someone fulfilling all of my requirements and being straight are slim to none.  I spent an hour trying to revamp this list, and the only thing I changed was height requirements.  I am now accepting males with heights falling in the range of 5'8"-6', instead of 5'10"-6'.  Clearly, this opens up a door to many new possibilities.

Graduation season is upon us, and with that brings multiple afternoons and evenings of too much free food and awkward encounters.  The free food usually outweighs the awkward encounters, although sometimes not by much.  In the state of our economy, it is nice to know that some people can still afford to have an open bar with drinkers served by a tuxedo-clad bartender at their open house.  Gives me hope for the future.

(818): i woke up in his bed, he had my shirt on

(818): and high school musical 3 was playing on his lap top

www.textsfromlastnight.com is the greatest thing that the internet has given me since Bo Burnham and Mirandasings08.  It's comforting to know that there are people in this world that text their friends more embarrassing things than I do while intoxicated.

Summer Reading List

*Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand ( started it last year too close to finals and didn't finish it.  This time, I will succeed.)

*A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce (I can't guarantee I'll finish this one.  I couldn't finish Ulysses.)

*Choke by Chuck Palahnuik

*The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides (read Middlesex, loved it.)

*Until They Bring the Streetcars Back by Stanley Gordon

To be continued...

In other news, school is almost done and I have been writing a lot more lately as a stress reliever, mostly poetry, mostly angst-ridden and mysterious.

Corporate Coffee Love Story

Inject your caffeine into my veins and

Slow-drip through my body

Energize me.

Awaken me from my espresso dreams and

Brew in me a vision of 

The future.

Drink me down, greedily guzzle

Savor the flavor, but be careful

I'm hot.

When you get to the bottom and I am empty

I hope I leave you wanting, craving, needing

More.

 

Seeing green

Omigod.  People make me so angry, and this anger isn't even justifiable because it's jealous anger.  I'm not usually a jealous person.  Even better.  I actually used my journal today to flush out some of my emotions.  It was refreshing, but at this point I would rather talk to a person than a book.  Sadly, I don't have time for that.  Anyway, I never really say what mean when I talk to someone about my "feelings".  Sometimes I feel so soulless, because I don't let other people in on my feelings.  Shouldn't I want people to care about me?  I just know that an emotion-laden talk right now would bring me to tears, and I do NOT want anyone to see me cry.  Soulless.

Cold water surrounds me now.

This week has been very inconvenient, in a FML sort of way.  I haven't been this glad to see Friday since this time last week, and I will probably be spending my evening in solace, as I feel to crabby to go to the party I am supposed to be in attendance at tonight.  Surrounding myself with drunk individuals in a small apartment no longer has the appeal that it did a few days ago.  Tonight I would be perfectly content with sitting in my room watching a movie in the presence of a small amount of people, but no one else likes that idea.  Unfortunately, the approaching end of the semester has caused people to binge drink on the weekends, and I work tomorrow morning.

I'm usually not one for vanity, but I have been tanning lately, and I must say that, while permanently causing skin damage, it has removed my hereditary dark under eye circles for the time being.  I don't plan on living to be old enough to see the brutal effects tanning has anyway.  For now, I will bask in the glory of not being able to count every vein running through my body.

9 days of class...4 days of finals... Hallelujah.

 

4/20

a day of pot smoking, and, apparently in Fargo, of sensationalized news.  I am currently ashamed to be a journalism student here, thanks to the yellow journalism our local newspaper has decided to publish.  This is worse than the editorial they ran a few months ago from a faithful reader who was upset that, although the price of gas has decreased dramatically, the price of potato chips continues to rise.  What's worse, a few days later the Forum ran an editorial from someone responding to the previous one regarding that, although he is an avid chip lover,  of both potato and tortilla varieties, he has now boycotted both kinds to "stick it" to the chip companies.  And I thought that was bad.  Nothing is worse than slandering the name of a talented young gentleman, and a prestigious organization he is affiliated with, just because it will get people to read the article.  This is lazy journalism, plain and simple.  The flood is over, and no NDSU football players have been arrested for DUIs in the past week, so clearly, the time is right to publish an article about a "Trollwood star's arrest due to domestic assault".  Perhaps the writer partook in a few too many 4/20 activites before sitting down to write the story.  I can only hope that is the case.

"Smoke the marijuana, sail the sea of sin..."