I was blessed with a birth and a death

I never update anymore. I wonder why that is.
I got a job. It's awesome. Plus, as of tomorrow, I will no longer be poor.
That's about the only thing that's new.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

This entire update is to comment on the fact that I have just discovered what appears to be a bloodstain on my shirt, exactly over my nipple, but my nipple isn't bleeding.
Everybody I know seems to be complaining and unhappy recently (including me, but that's mostly just because I have the flu and I hate being sick), so I wanted to post that to make you think: It could always be worse. Your nipples could be bleeding.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

How funny would it be if Mike Gravel had some kind of surprise come-from-behind support and actually got to be president? I'd probably be really pissed after awhile, but initially, I think it would be hilarious.
My classes this semester aren't bad. I haven't been to Spanish in about two weeks, but we seemed to be learning really slowly, so I'm not worried about that. The professor probably hates me now, though.
I played Rock Band for the first time last night. I failed a couple of times on the drums, but that was probably only because I was high. On the whole, I think I prefer Guitar Hero.
I don't really have anything else to talk about, so I think I'll cut this update short.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

I was going to update, but I am nowhere near sober enough.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

Heyyy...
It's 2008.
Break was good. I worked and got presents, two unusual events. Then Dan and I went and spent a week in the mountains, living in a log cabin with no heat (really) and killing bears (not really). Also, I met his grandparents (and was duly terrified), and we hung out with my sister. She finally gave me the poster she's been meaning to give me ever since I moved up here. It's really awesome. It's the Pink Floyd "Back Catalogue" poster, and it's huge. Just what I needed to fill up that blank wall by my bed.
This is the first time I've updated in a while without being high. It's really only because I'm out of pot, and the only person that I know I can buy from, I don't really want to go see. This, truly, is a conundrum.
Okay. Well...
Peace, hoes, and much love.

So I ventured to the ghetto to buy weed from a black man last night. Great story.
This is the result:

Tee hee.
Hey, I just noticed LJ has an "adult content" setting. I can set this entry to "No Adult Content", "Adult Concepts", or "Explicit Adult Content." Right now it's just set to "Default", whatever the fuck that is. Huh?
I'm going home in two days.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

Guess what, dudes?
I don't have any exams.
I also owned my presentation this morning, securing for myself an A in Advanced Comp.
FUCK YEAH.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

1. I have updated 20 times since moving to Gainesville. Holy shit.
2. I got a 98 on the paper mentioned in my last entry. The sweetness of this victory was slightly ruined by my teacher saying "This is very nicely written; are you sure this is your own work?" when she read it.
3. I have spent approximately 45 of the past 48 hours high. The remaining three hours were spent in class, on the way to/from class, or in anticipation of being high, including the 10 or so minutes I spent searching for a smoking device the other day.
4. Thanksgiving break was pretty cool. I dog-sat (and made thirty bucks), saw Nicole's new house, and spent a surprising amount of time at Dan's house. I met his nephew, who's really cute, and of course immediately went into BABY BABY BABY mode. Dan's probably kicking himself right at this very moment.
5. This morning, Dan and I had a surprisingly long discussion on all the possible scenarios that could ensue from him having a 233-mile-long penis. I could tell you what we talked about, but instead, I'll leave it up to your imagination.
Now I'm going to go do my dance homework (hey, that sounds kind of like an oxymoron...), and then I plan on getting high. Ain't college great?
Peace, hoes, and much love.

Something's wrong. It's 7:16 p.m. and already I'm almost done with my paper. I'm about four and a half hours ahead of schedule. What is this world coming to?
Oh well, that means I have time to update my Livejournal.
Lately, I play a lot of WoW, occasionally do homework, and bitch about how poor I am because I still don't have a job. I also smoke pot, and occasionally I do go and look for a job. I will be earning some money when I go home for Thanksgiving, and if I can get on the schedule at Tropical Smoothie, I might be earning even more. I'm also hoping to work some in the eight or so days that I'll actually be in Jensen Beach for Christmas vacation.
Speaking of which, it's just occurred to me that I'll be spending more time traveling this Christmas break than I will at home. I'll be in Arkansas for five days and Tennessee for nine, and at home for possibly twelve. Huh.
(By the way, I still haven't told Dad or Glenn that Dan and I are going to Tennessee...whoops. I need to work that into the conversation somehow, especially with Glenn, so I don't confuse them when I disappear two days after Christmas.)
I made my schedule for next semester. There is one class on it that is completely worthless, and I'm just taking it so I'll be considered a full-time student, but when I was looking at the Bright Futures website I read something to the effect of "You have to be taking at least 6 semester hours for us to pay for you." It wasn't really clear, though, so before I drop the class, I'd appreciate it if anyone who could would comment and clarify for me.
I guess I should get back to this essay, now that I'm only four hours and fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

( First: Posting this because I have to. )
Also:
I have one of those painful things lurking on my forehead that will eventually turn into a zit.
My cat may or may not have fleas.
I'm really super poor.
I'm also extremely tired, but can't go to bed until I make a rough draft for English. I think I might just tell my teacher to munch on my carpet (or, I guess, bare concrete floor--rimshot) and not do it, because I'm really ridiculously tired.
Today my dance class was hijacked by a crazy Spanish lady who taught us salsa dancing. I say "hijacked" because the real teacher was nowhere to be found, and my guess is that she was tied up in a closet somewhere.
I had a really weird dream last night involving Orlando, lots of cocaine, my ex-boyfriend, a missing cell phone, this guy I knew in fifth grade (who, in the dream, not only was in love with my stepsister, but also still had his braces), and my (immensely angry) mother. I have successfully analyzed said dream as contrasting my current lifestyle with my past one (monogamous relationship and relative sobriety vs. some crazy fucking shit) and expressing the difficulties I've had in making the transition between the two.
Yeah, I guess that's all.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

LOL http://bash.org/?779288.
Life is really, really great. Surprisingly.
...HAHAHA. I just realized it was 4:20.
Wheee.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

It's Halloween, I'm high, and my cat is currently laying on my bathroom counter.
Rad.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

My paper is due in five hours and twenty minutes. I haven't started it yet. It's only supposed to be three pages long (or about 900 words...thank God my teacher finally started giving us a word count in addition to saying how many pages to write), but it's a really gay topic, so I don't know what I'm going to say. Thankfully, my four years in IB taught me how to make shit up really well.
Dan and I went to Halloween Horror Nights this weekend. It was pretty cool. Also while in Orlando, we decided to go get ice cream, and the only ice cream place that we knew of was in the mall (which closes at 9). We had to hurry to the mall before it closed, and ended up going in hobo/pajama-type clothes. I'm so glad I didn't happen to run into anyone I know.
I wish I had some pot.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

I found out today I got an A in retard math. Whee. That staying-conscientious-about-homework shit really paid off.
I can't believe I spelled "conscientious" right when I'm so high.
I'm slowly but surely losing weight.
Life is wonderful.
I love you all.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

**EDIT**: This song reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. The other Dan.

So lately, I've been smoking pot and eating ice cream. College is pretty sweet that way.
I had my first final today. This means that today was the last day EVER of me having to take math. I owned it, too. Fuck yeah. And now that that class is over, I only have class for an hour and fifteen minutes a day, three days a week, and the rest of the time is mine.
Dan visited this week. It was really nice. Surprisingly, this long-distance thing isn't so hard.
But now, I need to go do something else. Anything else.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

It seems like I'm physically unable to write a paper without updating Livejournal at least once to tell everyone about the paper's status and how much I hate writing it. So, here goes:
-I've been writing an hour and a half and have four sentences (out of four to six pages).
-The paper is due at midnight (seven hours and forty minutes).
-This shit sucks.
There. Maybe now it'll go faster.
Oh, and Dan is supposed to arrive around the time my paper is due. I need to get this shit done quick.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

The amount of pot I've smoked recently is exceeded only by the amount of food I've eaten recently.
Hee hee.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

This next week is going to suck. I work from 2-10 on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and from 2-close (which means anywhere between 11 and 12:30, usually) on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I also have a paper due tomorrow, a paper due Tuesday, a test for my online class that I need to take by Monday, and a book to buy. Plus, I need to get my oil changed and also clean up the apartment before Dan gets here on either Tuesday or Wednesday.
So this is how my next 152 hours looks:
54 hours--Work
7 hours--Class
6 hours--Homework/tests/papers
1 hour--Buying book
1 hour--Oil change
1 hour--Cleaning
70 hours of crap, which leaves 82 hours (or approximately 11 hours and 45 minutes) per day to sleep, eat, and do errands, which sounds like a lot but really when you think about it is not all that much. On the bright side though, I'll be rich, and my math class is over next Thursday, which will make my life bunches easier.
Now I really need to stop procrastinating and go write that dance paper.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

So recently, I don't update a lot. Here's a list of what I've been doing instead:
-working (and making fat cash)
-smoking pot
-going to class
-trying salvia
-eating everything in sight
-making a secret ninja-visit home
-sleeping
-playing WoW
-getting a 93 on that paper that I wrote two hours before it was due
-not going to the gym as much as I should be, or really at all except for the other day
-not getting tased
Yeah, that's it. Life is pretty uneventful, but still good. Especially the whole "not getting tased" part.
Peace, hoes, and much love.

1. I'm supposed to be writing a paper that has to be uploaded to Turnitin.com in T-minus two hours and 28 minutes, and which I've written half of the thesis statement of.
2. I keep getting upset about small things, and I'm not sure if they're really upsetting me or if I'm just looking to get upset about something because nothing is really going badly right now. I do have a tendency to do that.
3. I'm not updating the LJ nearly as much as I should be.
4. I am also not losing weight, making stellar grades, getting drunk every night, making bunches of new friends, or doing any of the other things I had been planning/expecting to do in college. I'm still enjoying life, though.
5. I've lived in Gainesville for a month and already found and quit two jobs. I'm currently on number three, which I'm enjoying a lot so far. Maybe I'll stick with this one past the first paycheck.
Dass it!
Peace, hoes, and much love.