and it starts...

I'm sitting here waiting for it to be time for me to leave for my summer class. I don't not want to go, but I'm not exactly excited either.

It's pscychology 100, so maybe it will make me a better blogger! lol. that would be great, just interpret what's wrong with everybody and post it online.... hmm maybe I should do that. well I don't know.

I really don't have anything to say, but I didn't have anything else to do.

peace

Ugh... and then some

Have you ever noticed how people show up at the most inopportune times for your mental well being? For example, that one person that you want to shove off of a cliff would more than likely be the same person who would call you to talk about a deadline for work on the day that you crashed your car. Or If you just got an amazing offer to go live in Scotland for a year with a pipe band full of well built kilties and your best friend decided that she had to be the attention whore and like O.D. on Vicodin and Clorox bleach and live to tell about it, thus creating a situation where you were unable to live with said kilties...

Well I have the same problem... sort of. There are a few guys in my life that could control me without even trying. My weaknesses that I don't like to point out. There are three to be exact. Four if you count Prince Harry, but as we have never actually met or contacted each other to begin with, he cannot be blamed for his blatent sex appeal. You see, these three guys I can eventually forget. It takes me a painfully long time, but in the end I do tend to be able to forget them after about 3 months of the last time I saw them. But then they always tend to show up just as I had forgotten about them. It's simple really. This week alone I recieved an IM from one, and saw another walking in the mall past my store. And a little while before, about two weeks ago, I found out that the other one broke up with his girlfriend.

It's a cruel trick of fate that my attention span is directly proportional to their ability to show up. It messes with my mind and I think I could pretty much just go insane at this moment. Maybe I should just jump one of them and get it over with. If only...

On that note, I leave you with this...
"It's not rape if you yell surprise!"

I Kissed A Girl

Because I have Katy Perry stuck in my head, I thought that I would do a blog on the girls that I would kiss. No Homo Though.


ScarJo Because she's just gorgeous! Totally my appearance role-model.


Ashley Tisdale. She's the ony reason that I sit through HSM. She's just fun and bubbley.

Hmm well, that's about it. I have high standards. Paris Hilton comes in close, but not quite. I would only kiss her in hopes that she'd pay me for it. And that I'd be kissing somebody who kissed Benji Madden (Paris is a lucky bitch!)

oh and off subject, i got a baby bunny! Her name is MollyWobbles. and she's the cutest thing on earth. I bought her from the farmer's market on tuesday. She likes me, but I think that Pumpkin is being mean to her.

over and out