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| Monday, June 5th, 2006 | | 12:00 pm |
Bart Simpson?
My abnormal child psyc text says that Bart Simpson meets the DSM-IV criteria for Oppositional Defiance Disorder and Conduct Disorder. It lists several behaviors and symptoms he has displayed and then comments on the causes. ...What a bunch of weirdos. And PS...Duh! | | Wednesday, April 26th, 2006 | | 4:35 pm |
| | Thursday, March 30th, 2006 | | 8:20 am |
| | Friday, March 10th, 2006 | | 3:07 pm |
well isn't that something? Current Mood:  bouncyCurrent Music: whip it. devo | | Sunday, January 8th, 2006 | | 4:50 pm |
snap.
After an unneccessarily dramatic summer, I completely cut the dramatic people out of my life...which was sad because they were my friends, but the trouble was more than it was worth. As a result, a had a fabulous semester...well, as fabulous as it can be after 2 life-altering hurricanes and being back in Beaumont (no offense). I was proud of myself for being so grown up about it all and I hadn't given it a second thought...until very recently. Someone from my past dislikes me bc of the drama that i bring to the equation. So I feel the need to state that the drama that used to follow US ALL has not been around for a long time now...and if they had cared to talk to me at all for the last few months, they would have seen that. I have spent a lot of energy fretting about what it was that I had done wrong...but now I see that it was not me at all. Some people just grow apart as they grow older. So, I will not spend any more energy thinking about it. I have other friends who know me better and whom I know better. And that's all that matters. Current Mood:  calm | | Thursday, December 8th, 2005 | | 3:38 pm |
Hells-yeah
Um ok so the plantation weekend totally rocked my world. The house was uh-mazing! It had all really old furniture from the 1800s and was haunted by a soldier named Willy who lost his leg. BOO-AHHHH. Every bathroom (there were like 14) had a claw-foot tub! Everyone there was uber nice, and some boy tried to sex me up by telling me I was like "sweet cherry pie." For the rest of my life, that will be my most favorite pick-up line. "Girl, youse like sweet cherry pie!" The first night, Boudreaux got stupid drunk and ran away...I was not amused. But I did not bitch smack him like everyone else told me to. I take pity on people when they are throwing up and a boot comes out of them. Call me old fashioned. Besides, he was kinda funny and is always complimentary when he's drunk...even when he's grabbing your boobs to keep you from falling out of the back of the truck...ah the chivalry. Too many funny antics and scandalous occurences to describe, just rest assured all had fun:) Dude, I had someone bribe me with the lure of cash to write their entrance paper to grad school today. I was like...uh I don't think so. Which brings me to my next point of discussion...do you think I shoudl have said yes? I cannot create the little poll things that themeshuggenerman can so I'll jsut have to have your responses a la comment. | | Monday, November 28th, 2005 | | 8:50 pm |
long time...no log
Well haven't I been a busy little beaver as of late? Katrina F'ed my world up, as she did many other people's too. 95% of the rooms at Tulane were not damaged. My four roommates and I accounted for the other 5%. All my shit is gone. And not all of it was shit. I got my books back, my photos, and a jewelry bag (sans expensive jewelry totalling approximately 600 bones). As a direct result, all of my FEMA money is adios...but at least I have an "in style" wardrobe now. Enough of that...I could literally talk about all the things I lost for days, but the truth is...I am alive and my friends are alive and the people I sit for are alive so all is good. Rita F'ed up my world up. I love that I chose to flee to a place that would be beaten down by ANOTHER hurricane. This time, I was displaced for three weeks before I could come home. A tree fell on my new car and caved the roof in. 21 of our trees fell over. All of them landed on our neighbor's houses...not one on ours...we are no longer popular. Beaumont got F'ed up. Not as bad as New Orleans, but horrible. And the news channels didn't even show it. You coulnd't drive down most streets for over a month! Enough of that...I could literally talk about THAT for days. pictures will ensue (from Katrina and Rita). I am kicking ass and taking names at LAMAR UNIVERSITY. Who didn't see that coming? The people are nice. The education program has more tahn ten people in it...whodathunk? The only class that blows nuts...intro to social work. Avoid Professor Tomplait at all costs...she is mucho lame. Boudreaux invited me to a weekend-long party at a plantation in Louisiana this weekend and I am le syked! (Is that how you spell it?) Besides Boudreaux being one of my absolute favorite people in the whole wide world, I love Louisiana, and plantations, and meeting new people...all of which will be included in the weekend of fun and debauchery. Anywho--to those who care, all is well in my casa. I have not gone completely loopy as I had previously expected because I made friends with 3 new fabulous boys...who treat me like a boy...which is new for me. Planning to go to Nebraska for Xmas and Colorado with Heather to see Tabitha for the New Year. Hallelulia. And for all those with doubts...I've been back to the Big Sleazy...and she will rise again! Current Mood:  fullCurrent Music: "All I Want for Christmas is You" | | Monday, July 18th, 2005 | | 3:37 pm |
argh.
blake would be so proud of me. drama reared its ugly head again today and i said...nothing. i let it roll off my back. i stated a short, rational opinion and said...that's it. it felt damn good. on a not-so-lighter note, someone forged a copy of my bank card and charged stuff. i had to cancel my card and now i have to deal with all this crud. le poo. | | Monday, July 11th, 2005 | | 3:56 pm |
100 lbs lighter
much has been bothering me since i have moved back home, and yesterday,i finished settling it all. not kidding, i feel like 100 lbs has been lifted off of my chest. i dont feel panicky or nervous like i have all summer. to think that something like that could weigh so heavily on me is crazy. im glad i got it all figured out. i miss my tabby lou and turd ferguson. im about ready to go back to school and play with them again. i keep seeing things or doing things that remind me of them and then im like...awww. turd ferguson's bday is comign up in a couple weeks...what should i get her? blargh. hooks turns 22 tomorrow. shes such an old fart...but a cute one. shall we party for her? open to all ideas...well at least all ideas that dont involve sheep and turkey basters. | | Friday, July 8th, 2005 | | 7:58 pm |
im so angry, i feel like throwing up. fuck you. | | Monday, June 20th, 2005 | | 10:31 am |
the shit hath hiteth the fan...eth
What in the world happened? How could it go from OK to VERY NOT OK in about 5 minutes? I am so confused by all of this that I would not even know how to explain it to you people who are not part of the angel-alex-crotch forrest-me debacle. Man oh man. I gotta drop a prayer to the man upstairs. On a somewhat more humorous note, my windshield was fixed today. The ppl did not show up when they said they would so the glue will not have set by the time I get off work. I asked them what I was supposed to do since I was certainly not going to sit at work for more hours than necessary. So...Mister Action Auto Glass Man TAPED my windhsield on. Yes, he TAPED it on. I can't wait to walk out to my car and see how lovely it is. I cannot even imagine. He was like..."Just don't slam on the brakes or get into any accidents" Like that would be on my list of things to do this afternoon. Bah. | | Friday, June 17th, 2005 | | 9:15 am |
Holy Mosalita!
Yesterday, I was a man. I went four wheeling and it totally rocked my world! It was the most fun I have ever had...ever! Woohoo. I was totally freaked out at first and considered taking a Xanax before I got on one, but Crotch Forrest assured me I would not die. I had no idea what I was getting into. I was completely covered in mud from head to toe. I had been in muddy water pits up to my knees. I smelled like ass. I was sticky and sweaty. I got stung by a wasp and a tree scraped the inside of my arm. And I loved every minute of it! (OK maybe not the first 10 minutes, but I loosened up after that.) I only came close to falling off once but I started to take Crotch Forrest down with me and he yelled "Hold on, Woman!" We were going sooooo fast. I think he said we got up to 45mph or something. Crotch Forrest said his stomach was sore from me pulling at his skin when I was holding on at first. He said everytime he gunned it, I squeezed and gasped, which was amusing to him. He kept doing it. I had no idea he was doing it on purpose...bastard. And I am soooo sore today. I don't understand how I can be sore from riding. Someone want to explain it to me? So the whole time, I kept thinking about how much Adam Ross would have been making fun of me. There was a man there with a mullet who actually said "I reckon." There was also a guy called "Biscuit" who had no shoes. I asked his friend how one acquires a name such as "Biscuit" and his response was classic..."He's so country, you just need to put some gravy on 'em." I bow down to the backwoods inhabitants of SouthEast Texas...you guys sure are fun. Le sigh. I hope I get to go again. Turd Ferguson, you REALLY have to try it. | | Thursday, June 16th, 2005 | | 9:52 am |
inside giggle...or indis giggle. whichever you prefer
OK so i have to share a funny thing that happened at work a couple weeks ago becuase ive been giggling about it to myself and have no one to share the joy with. it was the first day of summer school and a kindergartener came into my office. she could not remember what bus she was supposed to ride home. i asked her if she rode one to school that day and she said "I RODE THE SHORT BUS TO SCHOOL TODAY!!" and was like...really proud about it. i was trying so hard not to laugh at her for being enthusiastic about what we used to call in middle school the "retard bus" *insert strange noises here* anywho, now we can all giggle about it. ps last night was uber fun. especially when we got free food! bryan...youre such a rockstar. | | 9:51 am |
| | Wednesday, June 15th, 2005 | | 3:57 pm |
riiiight
so im pulling out of the b.i.s.d. administrative building parking lot yesterday morning and i see this weird thing in the way. i think to myself...what a strange looking spotted dog. no no. it was a goat. a polka dotted goat. when it saw me coming, it jumped a nearby fence. this is by far one of the more strange and unexpected encounters ive had with a barnyard animal. it is even stranger when one considers it was not in a barn yard. the first thing i thought of was how much froggi88 would laugh at me for this story:) dancing with the girls (and three men) tonight. man, i am a dancing queen. "see that girl. watch that scene. digging the dancing queen." rock on abba | | Monday, June 13th, 2005 | | 4:59 pm |
What happened?
OK so my journal entries used to be soo interesting and somewhat witty...what happened? I mean, I read what my friends write all the time but I never update anymore. From here on, I shall try to revert back to my old charming ways when it comes to journal entries. BTW I BOUGHT A CAR! her name is penny and she loves me! she is a 2000 ford focus and shes LOADED! auto/power everything, cd player, monster speakers, alarm system, and racing tires. heh. penny rocks. alex moved back to NO today. tragic. who is goign to piss me off now? hollah. | | Sunday, May 8th, 2005 | | 11:16 pm |
"if looks could kill, you would be an uzi." tell me again why salt-n-peppa arent considered poetic geniuses? | | 12:19 am |
Not-so-good-times
So earlier this week, Nicky and I went to Quills with some friends. It was quarter Bud Light night so it was hella crowded and I started to have a panic attack so I went outside for some fresh air. I was sitting on the steps of the animal clinic next door and some cute drunk guy came walking up to me with two of his friends. He started hitting on me but I was unreponsive bc I had just freaked out, and I guess it embarassed him. Some other guy was walking by and the drunk guy tripped him...I guess he was trying to show off. THe innocent man fell and when he stood up, the three guys were like...let's settle this behind the building. So off they went. I SWEAR TO GOD IF KNEW THEY WERE REALLY GOING TO JUMP HIM, I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE BOUNCER. SO a few minutes later, the three guys run from behind the building and the poor victim comes walking up to me. His face was all red and swollen and he asked if i was OK bc I looked upset. I staeted crying bc I felt guilty that I hadn't gotten help. THis poor guy was jumped defending my honor...and he didn't even know it! THen I had to walk back into the bar with makeup all over my face. It was NOT awesome. On a lighter note, Kat drunk dialed me last night and it was awesome. She left me a voice mail was like "we are going to suite (insert random number here) at the hotel!" like she wanted me to join her though I am in a different state...and she didn't even leave the hotel name. Good job Kat. On an even lighter note, Alex wants to bone Angel. | | Friday, May 6th, 2005 | | 1:08 pm |
My litle Lady died yesterday. I am le heart-broken. Fuck cancer. | | Monday, May 2nd, 2005 | | 9:34 pm |
what kind of a person intentionally hurts her friends? |
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