Thursday, March 29, 2007

Ughh...PSYCH! Put your pants back on. Put your pants back on.

The indian one doesn't believe that Chloe and I are being good students. Whatev. The truth is that doing homework at 4 in the morning is as good as it's going to get. The only alternative would be sleeping (or possibly just hanging out) at 4 am, having not started any work at all. Clearly, we are at least attempting to act like good students.

I don't actually know what is going on in my life. What I do know is that people who are so wholly unattached to me should probably stay out of my biz-nass. I don't stalk you and then randomly spout dumb shit about you in front of other people. Number one, because I don't give a shit about your private life. Number two, if something is obvious to you from what you observe when you STALK ME then I have probably already considered it myself and don't need you to point it out for me, thus creating an extremely awkward social situation.

Aaaand, this is for YOU Samantha and Chloe (anyone else, avert your eyes because you will not be amused): What is this shit about wiping the wrong way? Whoever says that you must wipe front to back is high. It is not anatomically sound. Think about it. Plus, I have to say this too...if men were the ones who used tampons I am positive that they would have flushable ones by now. Whoever thinks it's reasonable to put used tampons in the trash and not flush them has obviously never had a period in their life. Seriously. Are you kidding me? You can't even get it to the trash without making a huge mess. People are so high sometimes that I can't even comprehend their ridiculousness.

Don't worry. I only did the reading for one of my three classes. I would rather sit in the sun, bitches.



"I HATE Borat. He is a fucker."
-DG after searching for the Borat dvd for an hour so that she could return it at blockbuster, and finallly realizing that the burned copy with of Borat sitting on the tv, was in fact the actual dvd made to look like it was burned and had the title written with a sharpie.

No comments: