Why why do I keep spending all my time on Tumblr why XD
Midterm week coming up, and I've got:
- 5 page food narrative
- ??? page essay of place
- 2 sets of chapter questions
- 3 prompts
- the usual reading
- questions for american literature
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tumbling Down
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
Eye of The Tiger
Exercising Regimen THAT I MUST STICK TO GODDAMMIT NO MATTER WHAT GAAAAH
10 diamond push-ups per day (5 in the morning, 5 at night)
stretches, once per day
25-30 sit-ups per day (dispersed throughout the day)
Later TBA or when my piece-of-shit body can handle more exercises 8D
Must maintain regimen until I lose 5 pounds. The 5 pounds. They must go. Bye-bye.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Off/On
He likes buttsex. And he's short, as in ridiculously short. Two-inches-from-my-height kind of short. And his hair. It's pale fire orange--flattering in some lights, completely unattractive in others. His shoulders are too narrow. He slouches. His neck is short and thick. I think he's small down there too from what I could tell in his sweatpants-outline. He makes sexist jokes, and I can't tell if he's actually joking or not. HE'S TOO SKINNY, AND IT'S NOT EVEN DEFINED MUSCLE-SKINNY. Unacceptable. I can do so much better. I deserve so much better.
His eyes are really blue. Blue is my favorite color. His voice is nice to listen to. Sometimes he smells pleasant. I've never been with a redhead before. He's right here, and my other boys are way over there. He's smart when he isn't being an ass. Hannah the Legs has told me he's good in bed. I'm extremely horny. I have no other options within a 100-mile radius of me. He has his smart moments. Proximity, basically. Minimal requirements, essentially. A secret desire to get back at my parents? Okay, now I'm just grabbing at straws.
Delicious tension. That's it. It's the tension. It's my favorite toy in the world.
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
Crack-Pipe
Yeah apparently I've been smoking it because the two dreams I've had for the past two nights could only be induced by liberally smoking from the crack pipe. I'm talking drags that last forever, luxurious inhales that the mouth holds closed for several long seconds before releasing cracky smoke into the air. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm smoking the crack pipe.
Dream 1: I'm with my mother, on a plane, on our way to a foreign land. Probably somewhere Asian. We land on somewhere Asianesque. There is frolicking. Then there are terrorists, and we are running from them. We don't run fast enough so they catch up to us, bind our hands and feet, and move us to an area under a major highway. Mother watches one of them masked men push me to my knees. My eyes stare at the ground. He puts a gun to my head and pulls the trigger. Instead of waking up, I stay dream-dead and rise up from my body as a ghost, observing the scene below as my mother screams and screams. ...the fuck brought THAT on?
Dream 2 (which is even worse in my opinion): I'm with Bieber-bitch, and his hand is way, way in there. I'm bouncing up and down, sorta-kinda enjoying the pumping while he stays fully clothed, which makes sense because I've never seen him naked, and I don't think I want to because the outlines of his shirts hint at a slim but nevertheless pudgy stomach pouch. Ick. Anyway, next thing I know, the dick is out and it's gi-fucking-normous, like I don't even know the fuck it's doing in my dream. He should be making a name for himself as a porn star, that's how big it was. Eventually, he comes on my stomach (SIGH), and I wipe that shit up. THEN THEN THEN his girlfriend shows up, and we try to lie only to that backfire on us surprise surprise, and she comes after me, and now we're running through a strip mall with multiple floors, but there isn't a chase song in the background which is rather disappointing because if I'm going to get pursued through a strip mall with multiple malls I want a soundtrack for it at the very least.
I remember more stuff happening, but the details have slipped my mind forever. I think it's better that way too.
God. And those are only the dreams. People, I haven't been a good, upstanding human being with morals lately. I mean even more so than usual.
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Too Little, Too Late
You're gay, and I never knew. I had a chance, and I never knew. You never knew that I am too. So many missed opportunities. So many missed everythings.
I thought we had grown apart over the years as your interests veered left and mine right. To my surprise, we have more in common than the both of us had considered.
Congratulations. I...need a drink.
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Saturday, September 10, 2011
Creative Nonfiction
The bass vibrating from the house nearly masks the timid knock on the door. Seconds later, a girl wielding a riding crop cracks the door open and peeks through. I pull at the edges of the vest that I’ve borrowed from a friend and wave awkwardly. “I, um, got an email. Here for the party.”
Throwing the door open, her eyes lazily trail up and down my ensemble (among other places.) I sigh with relief at remembering to wear black as per the invitation’s instructions. She breaks out into a grin and moves from the doorway. “Come on in and get yourself a drink.” As I shuffle past, she helpfully adds, “By the way, the toys stay in the house. Sorry, but you can’t take them home.”
It’s dim and dark, but I can discern the outlines of my fellow students in small groups off to the corners. Murmuring or laughing raucously, they clink their glasses, the flash of black leather winking at me from their clothes. I exhale slowly. I am here, at this party, on the last weekend of the school year before exams start next Monday. I am here, and I am not going back to my room to sit in front of my laptop and play games. A girl saunters by in fishnets and boots that climb up to her thighs. This is the strangest party I have ever been invited to.
Immediately, I gravitate to the open bar and request a gin and tonic. The bartender—wearing his studded black collar like an exquisite piece of jewelry—whips my drink together in no time at all and hands it to me with a flourish. I clutch the red cup to my chest, a port in the storm in the midst of these people I don’t know, but wish to know, but with whom I cannot strike up a conversation on a whim. I check my phone for the time. 11:45pm. Have I arrived too early? Did I really think Cat would be here tonight?
I had even made a feeble attempt to confirm her weekend plans. Earlier that week on the last day of class, I had approached her on our way out and asked point-black if she had received The Email, the Secret Invitation to the Secret Exclusive Underground BDSM Party. I had tripped over the last few words of my question and felt the curious stares of our classmates on my back as they passed me at this pivotal moment. She, of course, had simply laughed (when is she ever not laughing) and touched my arm.
“Definitely. You’ll see me there.”
I had blinked a few times before her reply had truly sunken in, and a ridiculous grin spread across my face. “Awesome,” I managed without sounding breathless. “I’m going too.”
She winked. “Coming out are we?”
I wasn’t sure if she was aware of the loaded question that she had just asked me. Throat locked, I could only smile. “I guess so.”
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Something New
Tall and lanky. Hmmm tall and lanky. I have to look up at him because the top of my head only reaches his shoulder. He's lean, whipcord and spare, and I wanted to jump him. Damn, why didn't I jump him. Who knows when I'll get to see him next.
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Monday, September 5, 2011
In My Dreams
It was everything I wanted.
Plus I got 9 hours of sleep afterwards and woke up at noon.
Can Labor Day weekend just not end, ever?
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Friday, September 2, 2011
Time Goes By (Slowly Slowly)
DRAGON*CON IN TWO DAYS HNNNGH
$100 BUDGET HAS BEEN SET
FRIEND-GIFTS HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED (DANA, DANE, BRITTANY, INDRA)
BUDDY SYSTEM HAS BEEN ESABLISHED (HURR LOOK AT THAT CLEVER TYPO I JUST MADE THAT PLAYS WITH MY NAME)
BROTHER IS OUT OF THE WAY
PARENTS ARE GONE FOR THE WEEKEND
ALL SYSTEMS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--
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