5 posts from August 2006

I suck at updating. My apologies Voxland. Regardless, it is mostly because previous to this week I had been packing up my life and moving into my dorm at college. Day Three here, and I still love it. Although my room overlooks the highway in the distance which is currently being redone. Getting woken up to jackhammers and beeping trucks on the expressway is a really awesome way to start your day. You should try it.

Nevertheless (I'm using way too many transitional phrases) I have enjoyed my experience thus far. Although classes haven't start so please refer me to this post when I start bitching about the workload.

I'm thinking I forsee shower time in my future.

QOTD: Do you have any tattoos? If not, if you were going to get inked, what would you get?

No. But I would get "I am I am I am" from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath tattooed (very very very miniscule) down the left side of my torso.  For those who are not familar with the book, it is what she uses to describe the "brag" of her heart beating. It all has to do with the persistance of your heart, of you continuing to live whether you want to or not. She is my source of all inspiration and that quote stays with me daily.

I'm getting four point five hours of sleep tonight to go back to a job that I was just at twelve hours ago.

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Oh Vox you're kind of sexy in that not really because-I-can't-use-html-in-my-profile kind of way.

Stupidest Things I've Done Recently:

1. Not argue my way out of going 48 on a 35mph to that cop. You know what? I panicked, don't judge me.

2. Got acrylic nails. No seriously, what the fuck. They look good for about the first, I don't know, 48 hours until the paint chips and your nails grow and there you are three weeks down the road being made fun of by strangers at work for the gaps in between your nails and the fake ones.

3. Made a list of the stupidest things I've done.

4. Gone on vacation the day I could start registering for classes, therefore screwing myself anally of any good class times. (note to self: you only have 13 credits thus far this semester, register for another class).

5. Become addicted to Facebook.

6. Asked for more hours at work. When I ask for more hours because you haven't scheduled me at-fucking-all for the past three weeks, I don't mean give me 36 hours. Dear Abercrombie & Fitch, you can suck it you corporate polo and destroyed denim machine. Have you heard how great our jeans fit?

I don't really need another online journal. What I do need is a new DSL cord. This Ethernet cord can suck my fallopian tubes. The little plastic bit that sort of "locks" it in place has completely worn out and god forbid there's any turbulence because it'll pop right out.

...err, yea.

In other more stimulating news, I (or my father) ordered a spankin new laptop for university. This new MacBook Pro is delicious with 15.4 inches of pure sexual computerness. I'm an apple convert but I'm surprisingly at ease with changing my operating system. I mean, seeing the blue screen of death followed by 34952 virus scans isn't really something I'll miss by having a Mac.