Once I made a man all out of snow

It seems like forever since I've taken on my Reptar! persona and written in this fangled thing. To be totally honest, I haven't had anything to spark my interest to write. I'm not really influenced by anything here as of now. I have no annoying roommates, perverted professors, drunken house parties, hang out time with the Hofstra peeps, nor am I the witness to something spectacular like a half monkey, half penguin. I'm going back to Hofstra today, so it should be semi-quiet tonight. My luck, I'll be back from the gym and out of the shower, dancing around naked to Ludacris--I mean getting dirty dancing all around the suite, backin' up against walls and doors and windows (to the window to the wall!)--and Alexa and Jason are going to walk through the door because they wanted to smoke a joint or something. Yeah, that'll be my luck....it sorta happened once before, minus the dancing around like a ho; I thought I locked my door (which I know I did) and somehow Mernelis still managed to get in my room...and she caught me nakey. Talk. About. Awkward. I mean, there's nothing to be totally awkward about...but it's awkward, especially after she ran to tell Alexa what she saw. Agh. I better be alone. None of this other people in the suite bull shit. I will kill myself. Or I'll just be pissed...

The past couple of days have been marked by pain. As some of you know, I've had pelvic pain for quite some time now, but never did anything about it. Well, it didn't go away by itself, and now I have to get the irregular bleeding checked out. I'll laugh my ass off (and then cry) if I got pregnant. Granted...eh, nevermind. But shyeah, I'm in fo serious pain and it won't go away, so I'm officially dying. Most likely I'll just have to go on the pill to relieve the pain of the self-diagnosed endometriosis and/or ovarian cysts. What does the pill mean? Sex, sex, sex. Yeah, son. Yeah, son. That's right gentlemen, take a number--I can't get pregnant? so there's no more dumb worry about babies. pfffffft.

I should shower to get ready for Hofstra...just to get dirty again at the gym? Yeah, I'm a smart son of a Betty.

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The storm is coming but I don't mind.

People are dying, I close my blinds.
All that i know is I'm breathing now.
I want to change the world...instead I sleep.

I want to believe in more than you and me.