I Haven't Blogged In AGES

Howdy, blog..ees. Blogees!

I'm sick. In bed. Sooo...I have nothing to do but play on the net. Here I am :D

Anyway, about restaurants: sit where the hostess seats you. Don't bitch about your table. Leave at least a 10% tip (the servers only get about $2 an hour).
Ok, I'm done venting about that.

In other news...I'm pretty sure I just flunked out. No worries. I don't really care about school anyway.

AND just as I was about to say, "I think I'll try this dating thing again," I get news that all my friends in relationships are having the worst time ever. I'll save dating for another day.

I got a new car! It's a Nissan. Pretty nice if I may say so. And I have a new job. I won't tell you where I work because I'm trying to remain stealthy. But it's really nice. I like it.

And I am probably the second or third happiest I have ever been in my entire life.

First Day of School

Actually, first week. Here's how it all went down.

I skipped my first day of French to watch the inauguration. Good choice, I think. Then I went to my only other Tuesday class: Anthropology. We did nothing.

First Wednesday class: my first day of French. We learned the really easy stuff like, "My name is--" and "How are you?" and stuff. Super easy. But I love the language so much that I couldn't help but be pumped to speak anything. It was great. Syllabus Day. We didn't really do anything in my other classes (ENGL, POLS, MATH). Like I said, syllabus day. I got a new freshman in lab. That was cool. He seems pretty decent. I'm excited about being back in Access. Anyway, the day ran smoothly.

The rest of the week was pretty normal. I either read a syllabus or took notes. That's how these things go. The biggest letdowns were having to spend $200 on my ANTH books and being forced to take a $50 French placement exam. I should find out my results tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully, I did well enough to get out of the 101 class and maybe into the 102. I don't want to be placed any higher because I don't remember any of my French from high school (junior year). If I did really well on the exam, it's because I guessed. All the questions were multiple choice.

In other news, Flight Of The Conchords is back on for a new season, and I just discovered last week that I get HBO2. I'm pumped!

Now I need to get back to studying.

Jerry Springer Any Day Now

So I went to my first university hockey game tonight with my step-mom. It was interesting. Guys skated on the ice, slapped a puck around, and tried to kick each other in the face with their blades. Amazing.

And I found out some more dirty family secrets. I was in tears for practically the entire game. I almost don't even know who won.

Maybe none of us know what to do. Maybe we all just know what not to do.

Shoulder Shrug

I haven't been writing much. I feel like I should write more and about more things. It seems to me that the same thoughts run through my mind all the time. Unfortunately, I use the material I'm given by those around me, and the same theme recurs in conversation with anyone: why did you do it?

Ugh.

So I went to see my neurologist on Tuesday. He asked why I'm not on this anti-d business. He also seemed very surprised that I'm alive. And that I'm not on anti-depressants. Oh, did I already mention that? Of course, too, I got The Question: Why did you do it?

I always answer this question the same way: shoulder shrug. Sometimes I also add, "I don't know."

Truth? I know. There are no ambiguities in my reasoning. It wasn't a whim and it wasn't for attention or to hurt myself. So get it straight, chief.

Whew. Now that I've cleared that up, let's get back to this crazy little thing I like to call my blog.

My step-mom has been in town for the past few days. That's been interesting. We don't normally talk that much. I don't really talk much; I'm more of a thinker/listener. I think the silence makes her uncomfortable. This is secretly entertaining. I'm not sure why. It's always amusing to see people struggle to force conversation because they can't handle silence. A lot of people do this with me because I practically live in silence. If I talk your ear off, it means I'm looking for your approval. Usually this endless chatter of mine is accompanied by pointless stories and nonsensical ramblings. Keep your eyes out.

Oh yeah, and this stuff I'm on has me hallucinating. It's awesome. My dreams are amazing these days. I can't even begin to explain how blazed I was last night. I hope it lasts. Also, I'm in a perpetual state of hunger and grog (as in grogginess, as in I'm tired). This could be interesting.

Other news...

Old Faithful has left the building. The cheap hooker only got me $200. Sad day. And school is only a few short days away. And I'm re-evaluating my life. I'm about to blog about that. Stay put.

Let's Talk About Sex, Bay-be!

Oooooo yay, sex is fun.
Whoah yeah, sex is fun.
Heck yes, I wanna have sex.

I don't judge those who don't use condoms or other forms of birth control. It's not my style.

Please don't think I'm judging you or trying to tell you how to live your life. That's not what this is about. Really, I just don't want to feel alone. Straight up, that's how it is. Am I really the only person who feels the need to get tested and talk to her partner about it? Tell me I'm not. I've gotten a lot of words of support and encouragement, praise and admiration; but what does that mean? Does it mean you do as I do, or does it mean you feel as I feel? Enlighten me.

Hey, guess what? Not everybody has sex. I know, I know...College = sex. Relationships = sex. Love = sex. Bullshit. It's ok to wait for [insert reason here] before you decide to have sex. If you want to go big, you can even become a nun or monk and give up sex altogether (that could be a falsehood--I didn't do my research).

I'm not looking to change anyone's mind, either (though that would be nice). You're going to do what you're going to do. If you have it set in your mind, I can't stop you; I don't expect to.