We're on fire...

My uncle once told me that he doesn't use Scott toilet paper because it feels like sand paper on his ass. I've become quite accustomed to Scott toilet paper because that's what my mom buys in bulk at Price Club. I suppose if Scott toilet paper does in fact feel like sandpaper, my booty and vagina have become used to rough things on them...such as toilet paper. The stuff here at Hofstra is more abbrasive than Scott because everytime I use it, my butt hurts. haha. If Scott is like sandpaper, then this environmentally friendly bull shit must be galvanized nails or something. =/ It hurts and none of us like it. It's free so we keep using it. By the end of the year, I will have calluses on my ass and perhaps one or two on my vagina. Hey, it's college, anything is possible. Pardon me while I put my clothes in the dryer.... I had to take some guy's laundry out because it was in there for over an hour and I needed to use it. Sucks for him.

The wind today is ferocious and it's pushing me across campus and stuff. Walking across Oak Street today the wind pushed my back so hard that I actually hopped like two steps. I guess mother nature was looking out for me because a car was coming at me. Walking to the Student Center today, a bush almost whacked me in the face because it was blowing back and forth so much. I'm sure it would have been hysterical to on-lookers and I'd be rememebered as the girl who became deformed due to an encounter with a bush...I'm not gay.

Friends at Hofstra have finally caught on to the fact that I have a deep voice. Well, I'm sure they noticed a long time ago, but they're now making fun of it. They grunt, call me a man or a lesbian, say that I chop wood for fun and that I drink whiskey all of the time. I would have settled with TJ Bearytales, but shwatevs. I admit that I have a deep voice but I didn't think I sounded like a drunken lumberjack? I informed Matt of a "secret" last night (like five other people know) and he said, "When I first met you I thought you were a lesbian. But then you said you had a boyfriend and I thought, Hey maybe she's straight." He then proceeded to mock my manly voice. I think you're all just jealous that you don't sound like Barry White on tranquilizers. So suck my new left nut.

I'm gonna brave the weather and walk to and from the gym. I missed my workout yesterday because of the snow, so I'm determined to go today. I guess I'll bring my classwork with me so I can feel smart while I sweat and moan at the burning sensations in my thighs and calves. I miss working out A LOT; I used to do it at least three times a week way back when, but shit caught up to me (i.e. life) so I stopped. This year, to avoid the Freshman 15 (and I think I've gained like seven so far) I decided to go everyday (or aim for everyday). Since I started going to the gym I've gone everyday; Sunday was the only day I missed. I feel different already and I'm aiming to feel better, not shed X amount of weight or something. Well, I dont have a scale to weigh myself and I'm not concerned with how much I weigh, just how I feel. I'm doing this for me and no one else, so fook you.

Before I went to sleep last night, I tossed and turned for about two hours because they were making noise and since I couldn't sleep I decided to read the first letter that Billy wrote for me. I'm not sure why, but I had an urge to read it. I haven't read them in like three weeks so it's not like I'm pious about it. I got 90% through it and Mernelis walked in and asked me about the letter which led to asking me personal questions that aren't any of her business, I think. The letter made me laugh and I wasn't sad or anything. I suppose I was being nostalgic. I won't read it again for a long time.

I bought sixty dollars worth of books and Christmas cards today at the book store. It was like $55 for the fucking books and the rest was for two cards; one for home and the other for overseas. I know it'll make my dad smile a lot to see mail from me patiently awaiting in the mailbox and I hope it'll make Billy smile a bit even though he's got a lot going on right now. Oy. I like the one that I bought for my parents/ the one that my parents bought for my parents =). I wanted something funny, not mushy and g-ross...what am I? Andrew and Brittany? hahaha. It's fun to make fun of other mushy people. It's what I live for.

This blog is going on and on...I have an odd infatuation for the song 'No one' by Alicia Keys. I have a really hard time understanding why I listen to it sooo sooo much when I really don't love the song. If I'm bored and I want to listen to something, it's the song that I usually play. I used to think it was annoying and suddenly I'm all "No one, no one can get in the way of what I'm feelin'..." J.Christ. Actually, I blame it on Matt for singing it and talking about it all of the time...fuck you.

I'm enjoying silence right now. All I hear is that dumb cunt of a song and the wind howling outside my window. Now I have 'Dumb' by Nirvana to erase the gayness from my mind. All of the roomies are gone to class or smoking or something. haha. I just realized that I am the only one in the suite who doesn't do drugs...that's awesome. I love silence and I miss being alone and doing whatever I want without being questioned or something. Sometimes I have urges to do something random (i.e. dance around the room in my underwear) but the girls usually don't knock first and I dont need any of them seeing me bustin' the moves to Shakira or The Spice Girls in my panties. That might be a tad bit awkward and something that I won't be able to live down...EVER.

I want to swing dance. Peace out girl scout.