Orange Fizzy?

Status Report

Wearing: Same as yesterday. Except I have my hair in pigtails now. Oh, and gray boxers.

WinAmp is Playing: The Reflecting God – Marilyn Manson (of my entire music collection on random repeat)

Last ate: Pizza. Dinner on the weekend sucks.

Last round of masturbation: Last night.

Entry Start Time: 2:19 AM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

I’m in one of those moods where I really wish I could masturbate. The sexual mental activity is there. But. There’s absolutely nothing going on downstairs and it seems silly to go through the trouble to bother. If that makes any sense to you. Makes sense to me.

I adore the female form. If it weren’t for the whole “what happens when your webspace isn’t there?” issue, I’d post some tasteful feminine pics. Pics tend to destroy most entries, anyway.

Regardless of how I feel around The Minor, the entire situation is starting to tire me. What exactly do I hope to accomplish?

I took a shower. *blinks* I shaved my balls. I love feeling my downstairs with it’s all silky-smooth. Don’t you?

I had a strange craving for Jello earlier today. The marvel of modern science that it is, just how does somebody crave Jello?

The juice machines were already closed down, so I had to have *gasp* SODA. I had some orange fizzy. Ha ha. I’m going to start calling orange soda that now to be weird. I was curious what the unsweetened nestea tasted like. Um. Not good? So rather than toss the rest that was in the glass, I put some orange fizzy in it. It… didn’t taste bad!

My hall is a fucking mess. I miss my hallmates from last year. Hell, I’ll take the smoking idiots from two years ago. Yes, I’ll even take the Unipisser. (Nickname for the guy who didn’t flush. “Those toilet terrorists will not have us shitting our pants.”) Those fools from two years ago may have made the hall smell like smoke. But. It’s a mess in there. The bathroom is a mess. What the fuck? I’ve noticed some “AB” written here and there. As if I needed another reason to hate the greek society.

Is the weekend really over? It’s High School all over again. I’m sleeping away the weekend. Or so it feels. It’s light out for a few hours, and then it’s dark for most of the time I’m awake. Don’t I have an exam on Tuesday? I haven’t even been to Numb Anal in I don’t remember how many lectures. What do I need to study? Such avoidant behavior.

It’s clear to me that I have no focus. What am I doing? If I didn’t have to deal with exams, going to Thai every Friday with the vague promise of seeing The Minor, going to classes I don’t care for, I’d be happy. Detached.

Played Elite Force again earlier this evening. Got my ass owned.

Posted a thread in the literotica boards for no real reason. So far, no replies. Guess none of them feel my Aura. Do you feel my Aura? :: emits Aura ::

The Diariest Currently Known As Candy sent me a picture of herself in that schoolgirl get-up she mentioned in an entry. Day-um. *laughs* Hey, I love pictures of cute girls, especially ones I actually converse with.

Mmm, skyscraper, I love you. *bobs around in the chair* I love Underworld. Such wonderful music. I remember how I used to use it to fall asleep at night. Relaxing and energetic at the same time.

It’s raining. I hate the rain. Makes my hair frizzy and otherwise makes me wet. The only kind of wetness I want on me is pussyjuice. *nods decisively*

I suppose I am “tired”, in some sense. What is this compulsion of mine to stay up late? I don’t understand it. Why? Why don’t I just sleep when I know I should? Silly Timmy, you’ll never learn. I remember going to work last summer on two hours of sleep. Though. It’s a lot easier to do work on two hours of sleep than class. Class + tired = sleep.

I keep putting off writing a Fauxskin Log. I also need to take pictures. I notice progress, even if it doesn’t mean much to anybody else.

Funny, and I thought this was going to be a nothing entry. It is. And yet, it’s a good random-thought entry. Whatever. I do love the taste of sweet punani.

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Addendum: It is now 3:44 AM. I can’t sleep. Maybe I’ll go get y ass fragged.

Addendum 2: It is now 4:48 AM. I feel like such a n00b playing online. But, then again, I am. Oh, I can play fine. It’s simply I don’t know strategy for each map. Like the Beta Station, I think it is. I haven’t a fucking clue what to do there. I wander around and I die really fast. That’s all I know.

It was really amusing, when I first got in, nobody was playing. They were all talking. What about? Typically taunts about being a loser up late playing that stupid game online. *laughs* I’ve had to revel in my losing-ness. I like typing, “Thanks for blowing me up!” I can’t expect to win. At all.

Okay, if I can’t sleep after this, I’m seriously going to be pissed. <Timmy GOTO bed>