Alyssa, Elyssa, and Elisa are all in the Freshman class, and we make each other crazy, so, courtesy of Marcus, C.J., and the Greek Mythology class, I've been renamed. Artemis. The sole dissenter was Pakky. Guess why? Artemis is the protector of virgins and a virgin herself, and "you're kinky, and fun, and don't even pretend to be virginal." Or something to that effect.
:)



P.S. Nona y'all has to use it, unless you want to.

My mom got awesome! I miss y'all occasionally, but seriously, this was one of the best things I've ever done. Who knew leaving home turned you into an adult? I pulled 3 major bombshells on my mum, and she took them all like I'm a real person who has a brain and can make reasonable decisions. She has basically given permission for something she's always said I have to be an adult for, and she gave it based on my thought processes and the fact that I had done research. I have to get my dad to agree, but I figured her for the hard sell.

To any of my college-enrolled or living away from home friends, did your relationship change dramatically when you left?

... Welll, okay not really. It was more amusing than anything. I thought I was alone in the stairwell, so I bounced up sining This is the New Shit, you know, the part that goes 'babble, babble, bitch, bitch, rebel, rebel, sex, sex,' ect....? There was an R.A. a flight ans a half up and she thought I was talking to her! She's like 'Excuse me? What did you just say? Were you talking to me?" "No, no ,sorry, just singing." If I wasn't used to my Polish gramma's disappointed death glares, I would have been smited insantly!

On a side note, is smited a word? simtten? have been smit?

I know everyone is sick, and now I -really- sympathize. Not feeling your body works well sucks! Guess who just tore their flexor muscle and can't go to any gym type stuff for a week?

On a happier note, I'm gonna learn to tango!! Hot shit! And I'm coming home to bother y'all! I've decided this is a good and happy thing, cause I've been too emo lately. Sorry to everyone who's shoulder I've cried one, please, tell me to jump off a bridge next time!

I just got my first 'Will you please keep it the fuck down?!?!" All right!! I can't believe it took so long! All it took was Straight To Video. Apparently, people here don't like MSI so much.... My life lately has been trying to annoy the preppy girls in my hall. I think I might have a found a good way to do it!

:: bounces off to try to get recommended for a noise infraction ::

Urm.... Did anyone one else know that condoms are expensive? The ones a bunch of you gave me aren't really useful.... I'm gonna be home for my birthday! ::makes cute pouty, pleading, broke freshman face::

Lol, anyway, why were none of you at the Badfish concert? I didn't see anybody but Destiny and Will! Who I really don't care about but.... Don't tell them I said that.

Wait, I don't care!

Gods, it's good to be away.

when you have 3 4-page papers to write for class the next day. Talk on the phone till 4:30. In spite of how much fun it is, it's a baaaaaad idea. And remember kids, the trix aren't for kids, the drugs are!

Will be home Friday night and Saturday, if anyone is already planning to be in town! Coming back for 8 Sat. night though, have to play Manhunt ;)

My R.A. thinks I got -raped-! She's a very lovely, if very naive young lady. She doesn't understand why brusies, bite marks, ect, you know all the shit we did to each other in the -halls-, could possibly be fun. I convinced her I didn't get raped, but I'm involuntarily in the scarf club. She told me if I don't wear sleeves and a scarf for at least a week, the R.D. will see the marks and call me parents, and there's nothing she can do.

I don't know if I'm amused, or pissed. It's not like it's -their- body. It belongs exclusively to me. Hell, my parents only have a pssing say in what's done to it anymore!

Other then the administrative stupidity concerning my body, I feel great! Pleasently sore, but I prolly shouldn't have come back from the weekend and done excersize-y things. Ballet was... interesting. I -have- to get a long sleeve shirt for that class. The teacher looked at me like I was nuts! Everyone knows I'm sane!

Sorry guys, I just felt like babbling...

Mike has been re-incarnated as a Buddhist Monk who teaches at my school! GUees what he said in class today? "You knnow all that stuff I just spent time teaching you? Well, forget it, it's crap." and

Student- "So, renunciation (rejecting everything to become a monk, sort of, I guess...) is sort of like joining a cult today?"

Monshin Naamon- "Mmm... Yeah."

Hehe, Unity of Buddhism and State in Japan is fun class! :)

Oh, and we spent 45 minutes in Formal Logic trying to define marrige, and then 1/2 and hour triny to define a unicorn, and it ended up with tentacles. That class is good too.

xoxoxox!

Today was fun! But whatever gods watch over me have a -terrible- sense of humour!

Alex has the best avatars.

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Ok, trying for normal now...

Guess who's the prez of the Naked Llama club?! Me! We're the skinny duippin' swim team! We had at least 9 people out there last night! And it was all my idea. And I'd never cuddled with a naked dude before, but it was -really- cold about 1:15. I granted several wishes. People got dunked by a naked chich, and two naked girls had a water fight. It was fun. Oh, and on the way back, Turvin ( (Toorin) really cool scottish kid) was in the middle, arm around my shoulder, and on the other, his arm was around Kyle, the gay kid who wants him. That was different. Never done that one before. I felt bad, cause Kylw wanted to so bad to be alone with Turvin, but there was no where for me to go, we were on a little road! And when we got back, I fell asleep on Turvin's lap. So it was a good night, but I feel bad for the kid. Lol, can you imagine 2 more years of this? No curfews, no parents, granted real homework is gonna suck, but good friends who would have fit in at PVPA, I think this is gonna work.

And this was slightly more coherent...

Lol

I still miss you guys. I can indeed be called rediculously late! I start real classes Monday, and seminar ends thursday, but I have to stay on campus (Welcome to Simon's Rock! ) all weekend, so... If you happen to be in the area... Anyway. Everyone smaoks here. Even more so than at PVPA. I promise I think... Thea? That I wouldn't start again, but damn... Stress (well, not yet) Lack of boys or non-stright females, people who have things agianst being touched... Jesus. I touched this girls shirt todya to look at the design and she freaked!! Wow, I sound like such a whiny bitch. I'm just tired and lonely. I'm actually hving quite a bit of fun. My RA rocks, I have a cool friend one floor up, and the ability to sleep any number of you guys, pretty much all the time. I still can't wait for classes to start. Well, I'm going, cause I have to sit outside the classrooms in the dark and the mosquitos to get wireless sevice. At least it's not raining tonight. I apologize to everyone I talked to last night, I don't really remember anything except being really wet and tired. I think I was pretty incoherent, so... Lurf you all, call me!

So, I have to do a 15 minute free write and show it to someone I like/trust/am friends with, you know, someone I can show private things to.  Well, I don’t plan on writing anything private, but I need 5 comments by Tuesday, so I’ll put it up here.  Anyone who wants to read 15 minutes of rambling about my first day and a half at college keep reading.

I think I like it here, but maybe I don’t.  Everyone here is -smart-.  I mean, like, smart smart, not I think I’m smart and I’m gonna shove it in your face like some kinds at PVPA.  Sorry for the snarky-ness.  And people aren’t always friendly, but I guess that cause kids are shy still.  I did meet one nice girl, named Lisa, and my roommate is ok, well, maybe it takes time.  It’s just odd going form PVPA where everyone is touchy-feely and real physical, and no one here seems to be.  Hopefully later.  The classes are… interesting, but some of the things they’re having us share are -really- personal.  I’m sorry if I’m not comfortable telling people I don’t know what I -really- think about them, or my family situation.  It’s none of their business.  However some of the discussions are much more stimulating than pretty much every other class I’ve ever had.  You do get in trouble for listening to your mp3 players during class.  Mmmm…  I hate free writes.  I always lose things to say about half way through.  Yay for talking to people on the phone last night, yay for having a phone, yay for rooming with night people.  528-7533 until Midnight, and my cell phone anytime, but don’t leave messages, cause my voice mail doesn’t work.  Oh, you can leave messages at my dorm phone.  Please call guys, I miss y’all.  Wow, I got really off topic.  Not that this is a terrible focused free write.  The assignment was just to write about college for 15 mins.  And I unfortunately type slowly.  Would you believe that I’m almost at 15 mins already.  I have homework!!  This isn’t the only thing I have to do.  I have like another hours worth after dinner.   It’s not even September yet!  Oh yeah, my phone, I only get reception 3 places on campus, so you should prolly call my dorm.  Emily is pretty cool with that.  Almost… almost… almost… At 15 mins! Allrighty then.  I didn’t say…. Anything, but I did right for 5 mins, and I need 5 comments, so… please?

Whee! Satanist... I leave for christian camp tommorow morning...

Thank you jess! You do have the best quizzes.

You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism. </td> Satanism 67% Paganism 67% Buddhism 63% Islam 58% agnosticism 54% atheism 50% Judaism 42% Hinduism 42% Christianity 33% Which religion is the right one for you? (new version) created with QuizFarm.com

OH MY GODDESS!! She is good, and smiles on me!! Guess what I did today? I got to ride for the first time. A dirt bike, not a motorcycle, although, that was prolly a good thing, considering what I did. I figured out the clutch pretty easily, that wasn’t hard, had a little lit of a time with the shifting, and figured out the hard (and awesome!) way that you have to let go of the throttle when you shift up. And they said I couldn’t flip the bike! I don’t think it was -supposed- to a be a challenge though.... Oh well!

I was doing like 25 when I went to shift into third and I didn’t let off the throttle, so I did a wheelie… and kept going. It was SOOOO cool! The back wheel came off the ground, the bike and I parted company, the bike flipped once and hit the ground, I flipped backwards in the air once, hit the ground, rolled twice, & came up laughing my head off. I have a giant streak of dirt on my arm, cause I actually remembered to tuck my head and roll on my shoulder. It was beyond fun, and I’d love to do it again, except, for they aren’t quite sure -how- I did it. The bike is only a 150, it shouldn’t have enough power to flip like it did.

Anyhow! I had a -blast-, and I’d love to do it again. Ride that is. I -swear- it’s better than messing around! Well, that’s open to debate, but um…. I guess you have to try it… And they told me I couldn’t hit 45.

See, life really is funny!! You just have to stop, smell the roses, have a drink with friends, make fun of christians... Lol, jk.

http://mywebpages.comcast.net/singingman7777/MSR2.htm

Go see it!! Or just read the lyrics, either way, it's good.

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The Mississippi Squirrel Revival

Well, when I was a kid I'd take a trip every summer down the Mississippi
To visit my granny in her antebellum world
I'd run barefooted all day long climbin' trees free as a song
And one day I happened to catch myself a squirrel
Well, I stuffed him down in an old shoe box, punched a couple of holes in the top
And when Sunday came I snuck him into Church
I was sittin' way back in the very last pew showin' him to my good buddy Hugh
When that squirrel got loose and went totally berserk
Well, what happened next is hard to tell
Some thought it was heaven others thought it was hell
But the fact that something was among us was plain to see
As the choir sang "I Surrender All" the squirrel ran up Harv Newlan's coveralls
Harv leaped to his feet and said, "Somethin's got a hold on me", Yeow!

Chorus

The day the squirrel went berserk
In the First Self-Righteous Church
In the sleepy little town of Pascagoula
It was a fight for survival that broke out in revival
They were jumpin' pews and shoutin' Hallelujah!

Well, Harv hit the aisles dancin' and screamin'
Some thought he had religion others thought he had a demon
And Harv thought he had a weed eater loose in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms
He fell to his knees to plead and beg and the squirrel ran out of his britches leg
Unobserved to the other side of the room
All the way down to the amen pew where sat Sister Bertha better-than-you
Who'd been watchin' all the commotion with sadistic glee
But you should've seen the look in her eyes
When that squirrel jumped her garters and crossed her thighs
She jumped to her feet and said "Lord have mercy on me"
As the squirrel made laps inside her dress
She began to cry and then to confess to sins that would make a sailor blush with shame
She told of gossip and church dissension but the thing that got the most attention
Was when she talked about her love life and then she started naming names

Chorus

The day the squirrel went berserk
In the First Self-Righteous Church
In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula
It was a fight for survival that broke out in revival
They were jumpin' pews and shoutin' Hallelujah!

Well seven deacons and the pastor got saved,
Twenty-five thousand dollars was raised and fifty volunteered
For missions in the Congo on the spot
Even without an invitation there were at least five hundred rededications
And we all got baptized whether we needed it or not
Now you've heard the bible story I guess
How he parted the waters for Moses to pass
Oh the miracles God has wrought in this old world
But the one I'll remember 'til my dyin' day
Is how he put that Church back on the narrow way
With a half crazed Mississippi squirrel

Chorus

The day the squirrel went berserk
In the First Self-Righteous Church
In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula
It was a fight for survival that broke out in revival
They were jumpin' pews and shoutin' Hallelujah!

So what if I'n not goth...

You scored as Romantic Goth. You are a romantic goth, better known as a traditional goth. You are probably quickly identified as a goth by outsiders. Black lace, bats, and moonlit cemetaries are just a few of your favorite things. Click on my name to take my other tests if you liked this one. </td> Romantic Goth 92% Death Rocker 79% Fantasy Goth 79% Perky Goff 75% Anything-Goes Goth 71% Old-school Goth 71% Industrial/Rivet-Head 63% Ethereal Goth 63% Cyber-goth 46% Understanding Outsider 29% Confused Outsider 13% What subcategory of Goth best fits you? created with QuizFarm.com

I'm really fucking lonely. Please, someone, talk to me. This is the only sucky thing about summer. I miss you guys. I miss human contact. Working with 'normal' adults is a pain. And there are, son of a gun, no other kids working for the JAG office.

I really, really apologize for the emo posting, but it's that kinda night.

No body likes you
Everyone hates you
They’re all out without you
Having fun….


I’m fucking only along for the ride…

It not over till you’re underground
It not over till it’s too late
This city is burning
It’s all burning
But it’s not over yet…

It’s not over till I’m underground.

I apologize to Green day for corrupting a good song, but it’s the mood I’m in. So fatalistic. Alex, be proud, I went and reread the Sylvia Plath. What a downer. Fantastic imagery, but a downer. And I still maintain that she is, for the most part, over rated. Or maybe an upper. Considering I feel exhilarated, invincible. I want to be Wonderwoman. Or Danica Patrick. Fast. Hot.

Struck by lightning.
Drowning under the dam.
Killer winds, the building top falling away, and the ground thundering to collision.
Slamming into fourth, then flying as the car loses the road on the last run.

The only inevitables are Death and taxes, and if you die with a pretty body, you did something wrong. What does going 120 mph feel like? When does the kitten’s purr change to a roar? How fast do you have to go before the wind makes you leak? Anyone want to volunteer to find out? My bike is waiting for us.

Never mind, I want to take the first ride by myself.