Your Mom!

It'd disgusting how many people in this college smoke. I just want to scream at them "You're killing yourself, do you know that? And you look stupid too. And you smell!"


Anyways, this weekend was cool. Erin rocks. Hardcore. With handcuffs.

I spent Saturday shopping for college essentials (white board markers, yogurt) with Whitney and Erin, and then Sunday we went to the fair. God I love the fair.

I saw bunnies, and chickens, and cows, and the whole petting zoo, and lots of other cool stuff. Then I went on some rides. They were ok. It was more fun to be on them with Erin rocking out (Flying Bobs) or panicking (Double Ferris Wheel) than to just be on them in general.

I went to my first Demolition Derby. Do you know what a Demolition Derby is? It's Bumper Cars, only with real cars. And real ambulances too. Yeah. Two people got carted away.

As I was cheering a particularly violent hit, it occured to me what a true redneck event this was. And I loved it. I guess I'm a redneck.

Whitney's grandparents are awesome!

And I got to see Kelli, Kristen, Anna, and Becky, however briefly. Becky and I recited Shakespeare. At the Fair. How weird is that?

This is not a short joke.

Nor is it an obese joke.





But your mom is!

Ranting, but it's funnny too...

Boys!

They drive me crazy! (Ok, in all fairness, no boy has done anything to me today, or any day recently for that matter, and all boys mentioned here are completely innocent of anything other than being male, which really is crime enough if you think about it, so what I guess I'm REALLY saying here is that my overactive mind drives me crazy, but I'm going to blame boys because they're on my mind...anyways)

Sometimes they make me so mad because I'm convinced that all they want is sex, and if you're not willing to give them that (or you don't look like you'd be willing) they pay less than no attention to you. And all that bullshit that people tell you about how being confident will attract boys is just that: bullshit.

Then I see them doing unbarable adorable things, and I just want to hug them. Artie twists his hair around his finger when he takes notes in Biology. It's the cutest thing ever. And I saw this guy Logan (who I don't really know but he's in my first year seminar) reading all alone under a tree with his shoes kicked off and I just wanted to go sit next to him because he just looked so cute. (Not attractive cute. Adorable cute.)

ARGH!

What kills me in general is that I don't think either of them, or any other boy for that matter, notices me. (Except Alex, who does always say hi to me when he sees me, or smiles guiltily at me when we catch each other not paying attention on class.)

SEE, THIS IS WHY THEY'RE INFURIATING! I want to hate them, but I just can't. And every time I become convinced they're all not worth my trouble, one convinces me otherwise.

Sigh.

Boys.

Inquiring Minds Want To Know!

Hey, someone give me the downlow on Mr. Whitman and family.

Is there a little Whitman?

Is it a boy or a girl?

What's its name?

Is he giddy? I bet he's giddy. And/or sleep deprived.

Fill me in!