Ok. So, by FAR, the best night at improv EVER.
I'm high on life right now. I'm on top. So many people thought we were high or waster but we ARN"T
WE just klashv;ksdnvals;kvn had an awesome night.
And we got invited to a frat party?! WTF
But I don't think it's the kind where you get date raped.. All though one can never be sure.
And now I feel bad.
*cant focus*

ohmigawsh
ohmigawsh
I got wednesday off. *heart flutters happily*
Do you know what this means? No, of course you don't.
*whispers excitedly* This means.. That I get to volunteer with my house at the humane society. Puppies and kitty cats!
So. I've got a plan for this drawing business. I've got all these ideas and I hate the thought of sharing them with the random public/professor. So I'll just have a seperate sketchbook... silly..
I should probably finish that one drawing.. I'll work on that today. Yes.
And and and... I feel awake.. but my body isnt. Maybe I was a grizzly in another life and I'm trying to hybernate.
Random twilight fact: The animal.. "irritable grizzly" has now become a fond little memory.
Uggghhh I'm have withdrawls. I need a good book. I mean, kingsolver isn't really doing it for me right now.
I feel sick. Bleh. It's raining all prettily. *happy little shudder*
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Went to "stepping competition" to watch, not participate (duh)
It was the most homo-erotic thing I've watched since i watch WWE with tim.
Felt like winter walking there. The rain like... stung my face and then the wind gave me a brainfreeze/headache while we were walking there. and it was only from west to jamrich... I can't imagine what winter will be like -_-
The stepping competition was lame.
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The wind is howling through out window. Like horror movie howling...
I want hot cocoa.
Jenny just spoke techno-babble to me. Whatevah whatevah
Drew a little bit. so productive.
I just don't know what to say.

*falls over at pretty music*
Room is so warm and comfy. Not at all hot and gross like it has been.
I feel hermitish and I don't want to go class ._.
Last night walked around wearing shorts, socks, heels, bra over t-shirt, fuzzy/flannel yooper hat with princess crown on it and long white scarf. Summer wore hawaiian swimming trunks, viking helmet and scarf. Julia wore some sort of head wrap and scarf covering the bottom half of her face (she looked like a belly dancing hot.. thing... *coughs*) And we walked around the dorm greeting people.
Summer: *swedish accent* 'Allo, do you vant vhat ve goht? Ve ahre sexeh, Yahhh? Totahl cost eez vone Yak, ,yaaah..
Me: I'mma sexeh yooper bitch, y'know... We can have a real good time, eh.
And other such ridiculous things.
Pictures on facebook. How embarrassing. Oh well.
I don't think I'll go to lunch.. just have 4 oreos. You know what they say... four oreos a day... uh..
Had a dream that I was trying to draw myself as a Venus or something... And the idea was some weird representational thing about americas poor economy.
Lmao.
And now...
I must draw,draw,draw,draw,draw,draw,draw,draw,drawa,farasaredadaw3ea
Art attack, ha.ha.ha.

I hate you all. How the hell am I suppose to avoid homework if there's nothing interesting to look at?

Ugh.. I shouldn't have read that. Fuckin' tease.

Fell into bed at 3:17 am.
I'm getting better at this, had I been in highschool and say, doing one of Ewalds papers, I might have thrown up.
UGH
Ok. It's ok. I can take a nap and somehow manage to eat even though I have 4 classes all within an hour apart. Yeah. Maybe I'll see what's going on in drawing and then...
Puuuuuke.
But it's finished, I'm getting weird tinglys that come up randomly o.O
I don't know how I'm going to get through today, manage to eat enough protein and then donate again tomarrow. Nicole is not doing that anymore.
*sighs*
But I'm so surprised on how well I got up. Maybe I'm taking after Nathaniel even more.
My fingers are raw. The masking tape has stripped away skiiiin.
*convulses*

I think, given the right circumstances and environment, I would be one highly paranoid individual.
It's so odd hearing sirens all day, because it's not like I'm in a city, we're just right next to the hospital.
Sometimes, if I'm in the room alone and the house is really quiet, and all I hear are the sirens, well, I honestly think that the world has somehow come to an end. The sirens will just keep screaming and I get images of people dying and chaos and weird horror film clips, most likely depicting zombies and cannibalism.
But I'm sure that's normal.
Anyways..
Donated plasma. I'm going once more on friday and then that's enough for Nicole for a long time. The saline solution felt like air conditioning under my skin. hah. I didn't feel comfortable with the people who were stick needles in me. They were big scary boys with bad facial hair. You know, like horrible little goatees and the retarded patches of hair right under the lip.
I should probably try to eat some food.
Almost finished with rollerblade, which is good considering it's due at 8:00 am tomarrow.
You know what I've just realized? I'm not showing off. I mean, I thought I was so I let it go at that for a little while. But what I'm really doing is proving that I can be ambitious. To myself.
Har.
Art history test was simple. I think I love that professor too. Even though he can put me to sleep. Perhaps that's the reason why I like him so much. His voice and knowledge is like a lullaby.
It's a lovely day.
I've got a lot of ideas and not enough time nor money.

So.. Donating plasma today. The whole process weirds me out, but I guess I'll see how it goes.

It disturbs me on how difficult it is to find out the cons of plasma donation.

Laptop running on 19% battery... *pets* It's ok, baby, you've got a least another half hour in you right?
Ssh..shh.. You're a sexy blue bitch arn't you...
Did I mention I made it blue.

Some guy in my soc. class told me that macs were shit and blah blah and you can do all the art major shit on the think pad.
Yeah.. but the thinkpad is shit..
And the macs are so pretty...
My friends and I watched You've Got Mail and I think meg ryan had a thinkpad.. Like the exact model that they give us now... HAHAHA
We had..at least 6 people in my room when we watched that movie. Which is pretty impressive.

Professor Tom Wolfe brought up an interesting point the other day.
Him: "West Hall is so.. old. I mean, you think that if they paint the walls at least every other year.. Can you imagine how much smaller those rooms are than when they started out?"
Hah..

And it's fucking hot. My R.A said the heat was either on or off. And when it's on it's like 95 degrees..

I think the only reason why they haven't renovated west is because they want all the hippies to die.
From aspestis.

Anyways.
So a couple nights ago I was lying in bed around 2-3 in the morning and I can hear the room below me. And they're playing/singing Jessie whatshisface. I'm like... wtf..

So the next day I wrote on their white board: "Room 340 can hear you...I'm listening muhahah.."
A couple hours later this very androgynous girl comes in: "Hey, so who wrote the message..."
Jenny slowly points at me.
Her: "Oh ok Hi! I'm ashley, my girlfriend lives in room 240 and I pretty much live there half the time.. I just wanted to apologize..."
Me: "Oh no! hahah I wasn't being creepy.. I mean I was... but I was half kidding. I head someone listening to really shitty music and singing blahblahblah"

So then ashley sits down and we start having conversations while watching Miss Congeniality about hot actresses...
Well. That's interesting.

And Krissi: I don't think I've ever seen so many gay/lesbian people...


Hah.. My drawing prof. just stopped and talked to me. Ok. Maybe he's not a complete asshole.

13% battery lifeeeeee

I still have 40 min. before I have to leave. Must. Not. Die.

Tra la lalala... What elseeeeee...

I can't wait for it to snow. I think I'm going to go buy a new coat soon...


I could really use some decent food.
My appetite usually disappears about halfway through my meal when the hunger slightly wears off and my taste buds begins to function properly...

Oh. Hah.

Me: *walks into Den with high hopes, stares at hot food bar, looks at menu*
Menu: "Vegetarian Entree: Baked Potato"
Me: A baked patato.... I can't believe that. *wanders away in hopes of something MORE, finds NOTHING*
Me: *sulks back to baked potato* I'll have the vegetarian ENTREE
Worker: *laughs cruelly and simularly to Beetle Juice*
9% battery power.

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And so I declare myself done. A waste of emotion and feelings.
And quite frankly, I'm spent.
*eavesdropper randomly pops in*
*says abruptly*
And so that was the last time I ever snorted coke off the toilet seat of the Tin Fish public bathroom...

Is that all?
Is that ALL?!
YES. That. Is. All!
Yes, Iorek dear, that is all.
That's all there is, there isn't anymore.