Okay, something fucked up is going on with the Geminis of the world (or at least myself and the three others that I know well). We're up and down and all around and detached or too into it and we can't handle shit. And it's driving me crazy. Ahhh!!!
I had so much to talk about. I'm in a giggly mood right now and I think it's all of the vodka that I mixed in with my green tea. Actually vodka only makes me giggly for so long. As I was peeing tonight, I thought of the best type of alcohol for me to drink to be able to get loose yet not become so intoxicated that I have a hard time walking. And that my friends is wine. I have decided that when I drink a bottle of wine, I am giggly. And sexual. haha. We all know what has happened when Fran practically consumed a bottle of wine. Yeah... well, wine is good because I can chill with a bottle of it and feel accomplished and giggly and sexual. Oh baby, oh baby. That was the most random thing ever, my deepest apologies.
What else can I discuss? How about my pathetic eyesight. I have spent so much time staring at the computer screen that my eyes are buggin' out on me and my eyesight is progressively worse by the second. See? Just now I lost eye cells or something. And now...another one. And another and another. I can discuss my soon-to-be carpal tunnel syndrome. From typing notes and blogs and IMing and all that jazz. It's not cool at all. Maybe we should discuss how the vending machine in the commuter's lounge is a communist. I put a dollar in to get Reese's peanut butter cups and the delish chocolate wouldn't come out all the way. So I paid another dollar and got my two Reese's. Dave, the little ungrateful bastard, wanted M&M's, so I put a $1.25 into the machine and they got stuck. Eric, pissing his panties already, tells me to add another $1.25 because I'll get the two bags and he can conveniently have the other--as though I'm money bags over here. So I put the money in and the one bag that I already paid for come out and the second one gets stuck. So now Fran has to go to room 112 in the Student Center to get my $1.25 refund. I have spent $4.50 on chocolate that wasn't even that imperative to my life...or thighs for that matter. Not to mention most of that was for Dave and Eric who didn't even appreciate my attempts. Shall we discuss how much boys suck like that? They never appreciate everything that a girl does for them. It's just gimme, gimme, gimme because each girl is just like their mother and their mother is supposed to hand them everything. Fuck everything with a penis (and is heterosexual) because you have a mother to take care of you and do all of your shit for you, then you have girlfriends who want to nurture and love you like their moms taught them to do (unless you're a typical part-Cancer like me...then it's automatic) then there is your wife which you marry because they remind you the most of your mama, thus you expect them to do all of your shit for you...and never appreciate it ONCE because you have a penis and you feel like the globe spins for you and you only. Selfish little twits.
In other news, my sanity is under seige by the Hofstra Intelligence Unit, however that statement has no validity because, according to my philosophy professor, contradictions don't exist, and that is the biggest contradiction ever, thus it does not exist. But I personally believe in the HIU as much as I believe in my sanity and the little cats that roam around campus actually work for the HIU and they input my data and use it against my sanity. Not to mention Greg works for them because he seems to know where I am at all times like, "I saw you at 5 by the admissions building." And I would not doubt it if Greg was working with cats and Hofstra against me because he is creepy and always had it out for me...being smarter, funnier and all around better than him. And they're all just looking to make me crazy as shit before I leave this campus.
I have heard great songs on shuffle from my playlist and that makes me happy.
Karen and I walked 45 minutes to get to the park, just to stay for about 20 minutes. Then we walked the 45 minutes back. Can you say funny? Or better yet, hilarious? No, you probably can't because youre so fucking methed out. Eat some chili.
And I totally jinxed my playlist now... ahhhh. And then something good came back on, so nevermind.
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