It seems I've practically abandoned Livejournal for the moment. School and stuff, you know.

I miss you B-lulz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss you B-lulz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss you B-lulz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss you B-lulz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The next guy who says he looks like Christian bale like it's some kind of fact is getting kicked right in the figs. I hate you, Scott.

Tonight's forecast for the 4th: "shits" with a potential for "giggles". Hope everyone stays safe.

I've been neglecting Livejournal and, more importantly, b_lulz. I manage to read what i missed and post a dumb macro in response, but it's the epitome of being neglectful. Part of it is that I'm still working on that pesky psychology major. Some of my classmates worry me; many of them wouldn't know how to pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were printed on the heel.

I have also discovered, despite my still relatively low status on the totem pole, that all patients really need is to shut up.







-Andy

Have you seen those Quizno's commercials with the perverted oven? Now I won't eat Quizno's because I'm afraid of getting an STD. Next sandwiches should have names like the Syphilis Sub and the Hot Herpes Hero and the Accidental-Pregnancy Panini.

Sorry that was random but it's been bugging me.

...Yeah.

Finally getting registration started on Feministing.com. What a pain. Thinking of starting another Feminist Art program/contest. Maybe have exclusively self-portraits. I'd start with mine and take submissions. Don't know what forum I wanna do this through though. Maybe I'll make my own?

Every time my laptop's fan kicks on, it feels like someone gently farted against my leg. It's...disturbing. And WARM.

My second car accident in less than a year. In my new car. That I'm still paying on. As before, not at all my fault. WHY THE FUCK TO PEOPLE KEEP FUCKING HITTING ME?!?!?!

Luckily my friend Karen was in the car and calmed me down, as I was getting ready to punch the guy in the face. I say "luckily" because he happened to be an off-duty Sheriff.

Rhetorical question: Don't you hate it when the people you trust the most doubt your ability to handle your own life?

YES it's stressful.

YES it's taking up all of my life.

YES every once in a while I ditch my easy class because I have been up the night before talking crazy bitches down from hysteria and suicide and didn't get any sleep.

But the last time you questioned my ability to handle my chosen life, I handed you the dean's list certificate.

This time, all I plan to hand you should you reach for something will be a hot sticky lump of I'm-gonna-kick-you-in-the-face.


WHICH LEADS ME INTO MY ORIGINAL POINT WHICH IS THE MADDENING REALIZATION THAT

All I'm saying is that if Bear Grylls manages to actually catch a reindeer with a shoelace, I'll eat my hat. Like, friggin' chow down on that thing.

[edit]: ... Holy shit. He did it. He caught a fuckin' full-grown reindeer with a shoelace. Chuck Norris ain't got sh*t on Bear Grylls, son.

Also, the man drinks more of his own urine than those funny pee-drinking chimps.