i just think it is important that i mention this:

yesterday in the hallway manfriend and i found a floppy disk, so we added “GAY PORN” to the list of things that is on it. and then put it back on the floor.

we are the coolest.

manfriend called today and said, “I have a present for you!”

and he came over and gave me a ring pop! and THEN. he pulled the movie HOWARD THE DUCK out of his jacket. and we watched it, and it is still the worst movie in the world.

but man, how great.

next month i am roadtripping with manfriend, my room mate, and another friend to columbia to see sum41, the starting line and no use for a name. i’m very excited because i love the blue note and the starting line was fantastic when i saw them. and sum41 is funny.

i am excited.

today in composition i had to talk about what i thought about the first ten pages of the bluest eye, and i didn’t really have anything to say. everyone was just totally bullshitting. anyway, the teacher kept asking me questions and i had nothing to say, so i ended with, “i really dont know. i’m just rambling now.”

and she moved on to the next person. this is creating quite the reputation for me in an honors class.

last night was very uneventful. i wanted to go out but no one else was really available to. i could have gone to random parties around town but i’m not a big fan of doing that–unless i’m slightly intoxicated before i go. and i know how dumb that sounds.

i hung out with some people. and dyed some of my hair again. we requested mmmbop on the radio and they played it. that was probably the highlight of the night.

manfriend came over around midnight and was extremely drunk. he ended up just throwing up and passing out on my bed. it kind of sucked, and he felt like a jerk but we spent some time lounging around together today after we woke up.

we had a whip cream fight and it was fantastic.

last night my room mate and i were standing outside the union, and two boys in a row slid and almost fell. it was great, especially because sometimes i tend to burst out laughing very loudly, and they heard me.

also, i saw this boy carrying a wet floor sign around outside and i was like, “score! wet floor sign stolen!” because that is something i will do one day. anyway, he ended up just putting it down on the sidewalk, which i happened to find even funnier. because it was a wet floor sign on the sidewalk, outside.

two nights ago, manfriend and i went to wal mart and he was wearing one of my stocking caps. it ended up getting caught in his eyebrow ring, and for some reason i found it to be hilarious. i tried to help him get it out, so there wouldn’t just be a hat hanging from his eyebrow, but i was laughing too hard and my hands were unsteady. man, it was great.

we tried to dye his hair again but it didnt help so now he got a haircut and has super-short-eminem-resembling-hair and it’s kind of funny, and i wont see him much without a hat for awhile. it is pretty funny.

did i happen to mention in here yet, that i was hitting shopping carts on purpose at wal mart the other afternoon and ended up breaking my headlight? well, i did. and it’s funny because i don’t care. also, later that night i kept backing up into another cart and this lady kept staring. that was great too. it is sad that this is what i will remember most from my first year of college. my decrease in intellect and maturity.

whatever works to make you happy, man.

yesterday i tried to help manfriend change his hair back from black to blonde, and now it’s just orange. with some white and yellow and a few black spots.

it’s totally hot.

also yesterday i played darts with three other boys and i totally kicked their asses and embarrassed them when i WON.

i have four “street dawgz bobble playaz” for my car now. and i think my room mate and i might spray paint racing stripes on my car soon. i think i might as well go all out on my car since it’s not going to live for much longer.

also, the other night at wal mart when we were leaving, there was this big lime green and yellow van parked right in front. it was amazing, so i took a picture like any other decent human being would have done.

“i like how you take pictures of things that don’t make sense.” says manfriend.

man, wow.

on friday night manfriend called me up and was like, “i’m going home.” and normally, that’s cool you know, but he promised we would hang out, so me being a girl, my feelings were hurt. also i havent seen him much since we got back from break and i still missed him. HE DITCHED ME FOR A PARTY.

besides me being mad at him that night, i partied hard with my friends and it was an AWESOME night. well, almost. for some reason at the end of the night when we were going home i got into this guy’s car instead of the one all my friends got into and he tried to kiss me and i was like,”NO!” and then proceeded to talk to him about my boyfriend. then he walked me to my room, and i thought he was just being a nice guy. but then he got into my bed! his cousin is my friend, and she forced him out of the room. which was so good of her. after that i cried and bonded with my room mate until about 5 in the morning because i really needed someone to talk to about lots of things. and it was very nice.

i’m sure i sound really retarded typing this but a lot has happened and i just like to type.

i have so many awesome pictures from friday. we ordered pizza twice, and the second time i walked into the room when the delivery guy came, and for some reason we had invited him inside. and almost everyone was gathered around him, so i decided it was the perfect moment for a picture. so i did that, and i also got a close up of the pizza man’s face. i just find that amusing.

manfriend hung out with me saturday at another party my friends decided to have, but he was being weird. maybe because i told him, “i’m still mad at you.” haha.

but by the end of the night we somehow brought up the movie, howard the duck, and he knew what i was talking about (normally, no one does). and so we decided the best thing to do would to go rent it and watch it. but the movie gallery here doesnt have it. it was horrible. so we settled on watching good burger. i forgot how cool that movie was, because man, kenan and kel.

anyway, this is totally unexciting.

the other day when i was driving my car it DIED.

also, i bought this thug bobble head thing at wal mart. “street dawgz bobble playaz” and it was super cheap so i think i’m going to get one of each and put them all in my back window. because really, who wouldn’t love that.

man, i would keep typing but i realize this makes me sound like a retard.

yesterday we had to give “about me” speeches in my communications class. we had to bring in 2-3 items and explain what they say about me–so i wore my yellow shoes with writing all over them and brought a cd. interesting.

although it didn’t really bother me to get up in front of a class like it used to, all i could think about afterwards was how some guy’s fly was open when he gave his speech and none of us told him.

so what my room mate and i have been doing lately, is leaving our dog statue outside peoples’ doors and knocking, then running away. they bring him back to us and we are like, “he got out again! bad dog!” because we copy the television show, scrubs.

it’s hilarious.

also, last night i prank called this guy with my voice changer again (as satan). i used to call him all the time with it before christmas break, and by now he knows who it is, so it’s even funnier, because i’m not even really friends with him. i told him to meet me at the bell tower at midnight with his pants down, and that i am a big big man with a big big cock. and he played along, but when i called later he hung up on me. so i left a message as a hurt, and sensitive satan.

it’s what i do in school. besides things like that, yesterday was my first day of classes and this semester is going to be a lot of work. and it sucks. but i will stick with it, rather than dropping out of my classes like i want to.

here’s a story:

yesterday at work i answered the phone and it was some old person asking me about pot pies. however, i could hardly understand anything he was saying except “pot pie.” it was almost like some sort of guessing game. anyway, that was right after we opened and a guy that i work with was in the store talking me to me at the front counter. when i hung up i told him really loudly, “i couldn’t understand anything at all–it was some OLD PERSON.”

and he didn’t say anything, and just looked over to his left where an old lady was walking to the counter. man, i felt kind of bad so i was like, “well, it was this older guy and the phone was just all muffled and it was hard to hear him,” and i just continued to spit out some excuses, so i wouldn’t offend the lady. she didn’t even hear me anyway.

that’s it. that is the story of my life.

manfriend called and woke me up a few nights ago, because he does that when he has been drinking. and i was mean, because i was tired, although it was my fault, i could have remembered to turn my phone off. anyway, it just wasn’t a good conversation because i can hardly remember any of it, and i dont know if he remembers. he said he loved me and it just pissed me off, because:

1) we’ve never said that to eachother before, and he had to say it when drunk.

2) he ALWAYS says way too nice things to me when he is drunk and i don’t know how seriously to take him.

3) “you’re drunk and you won’t remember saying that.” is what i said.

4) i am stupid.

it’s really not a big issue but for some reason it is bothering me. we talked last night on the phone and didn’t bring it up. i don’t know. i’m so retarded, and i let little things bother me. i will see manfriend tomorrow for the first time in a month. it’s quite exciting because i just want to hug for six hours.

today i am going back to school. i havent even started packing yet. i think i’m just going to throw all my stuff into bags and stuff it into my car. it’s great to be getting out of this town again and around people i can hang out with more–but it’s also great to be here working and not having to worry about classes.

even though i get paid crap. literally. we, at kfc, do not receive paychecks. but bags of feces. chicken shit.