Evening of 12-21-6

I’d say my A&P final went rather well. Ashley (the hottie) was in the same room, as we have the same prof, but different sections. I hadn’t seen her in well over a month. Just last week, Colleen and I were saying how we hadn’t seen her. At least it wasn’t me. :: burps :: I wandered around with her and her friend Tara, trying to see who she needed to talk to to acquire clearance to get into an honors course with a prof she likes. The person she needed to talk to wouldn’t be around until the new year.

(Oh great, now I’ll have to remember what year it is again. I keep accidentally thinking it’s 2004 or 2005. Will I remember when it’s 2007? Shit if I know.)

I wasn’t doing anything, so I went with them to Pizza Hut. Ha ha. Uncleanest food I’ve eaten all month. It was delicious. I was my usual blunt and burpy self. Ashley and Tara were being a little too girly for my tastes. I let it go, I just feel that way because I want attention. Ha ha. I let out a loud and long burp at one point. Seeing Ashley reminded me of that damn color game, where the last person to say a color has to moan sexually. I haven’t done that in a while. I burp around Colleen, but it’s just not fun to do with two people.

I don’t particularly remember why, but Tara said I’m intelligent and asked what I want to do with myself, because she wants to say she knew me back when I wasn’t famous. :: burps :: See! I’m burpy! I first told her I have no idea what I want to do with myself, then gave her a brief rundown of how I ended up where I am. People interactions fascinate me, especially with what motivates people to say the things they do.

I also noticed Tara looks like my Aunt Gita, which isn’t a bad thing.

Ashley was saying how she’s had to fake in bed, and I called bullshit, claiming tolerating douchebaggery encourages douchebaggery. Yes, I actually use that line a lot. It encourages guys to be bad in bed, and it perpetuates her own douchebaggery. She claims she didn’t want to hurt guys’ feelings. I said you’re better off telling a guy what he’s doing isn’t quite right, calling him a failure and that he has a small penis.

:: smirks ::

Yeah, I say things to get attention. I don’t REALLY mean say something that harsh. But, thinking now, if a girl said that to me, it would be much easier for me to disregard her as a bitch, than if she was manipulative and sly. People don’t have the balls to be outright bitches these days. Not much, anyway. Unless they ARE bitches, then they just aren’t aware. I digress.

Anyway, Ashley pointed out that then she’d be using the f-word (failure), which I at one point asked her not to use to describe me. You know how friendly taunting can be, calling a friend a failure at life. Heh. To this, I responded by asking her how long we’ve been friends. We quickly got into a dispute where she thought it had been closer to a year, when I think it’s closer to six months. (I met her late March.) The point I made to her was that I’m stronger than I was six months ago, and calling me a failure won’t phase me anymore. If you called me a failure now, I’d probably just cock my head and tell you to lick my balls.

LICK MY BALLS, BITCH.

I also pointed out to the both of them that people don’t really change, people just become more themselves.

Prior to departing, Ashley told me we should hang out over winter break. I pointed out that we said we’d do that over summer break, but we never said. She retorted that I never IMed her. Good point, but I retorted that she was never there. She said to just leave her a message.

“What do you want me to do, leave lewd messages until you respond?”
“Yeah!”
“Okies.”

Ha ha. Well, alrighty then. Lewd you want, LEWD YOU WILL RECEIVE!

I had some fruit mush. That’ll clean out my intestines like nobody’s business. I love how when I pass it, it looks orange/yellow. I know when I’m #2ing my fruit mush! I bet Valerie would love that. DUDE. I passed my last fruit mush in 12 hours. I had it around 9 PM, and by 7 AM, it was through me. That’s an insanely slick intestinal tract I have! Wee!

I think I’ll go rediscover Sims. I may just start up a new neighborhood. May not. Or I’ll just create new people. I’m far too attached to the people I have. I should kill off Xanatos or something. Or at least let him grow old. …Maybe not, he has an exceedingly high amount of friends. I think I have a house with a lot of lewd objects. I like lewd objects. Yay for penis!