And I'm gone.

Sorry for not being on top of the game. But I’ve honestly been extremely busy hanging out with my friends and being my usual lazy self for the past three days. At this very moment I am typing this in my brand new apartment. YES. It’s official.

I moved.

My initial reaction:

When I first moved, I was incredibly freaked out about signing up for classes and whatnot. I can’t tell you how much of a relief it was to be done with signing up for classes. I signed up for Writing 121, Math 60, and Philosophy 201. Yeahhhh. . . . I have this feeling that in the next two weeks I’ll look on this blog and pretty much laugh at how I totally screwed myself over with those choices, or something like that. Anyways, back to my reaction. After my mom and Jordan left, I had a sudden surge of sadness. I looked back on everything I was leaving. Yeah, I was leaving friends, but it was my house, my family, and my easy shmeezy routine I will miss the most. Most of my friends were soon going to be out of touch anyways, but the rest of it was something that’s going to be a constant in Grants Pass for at least another year. After calming down, I’m not as freaked out as I was originally,

But I’m still left with an ache in my chest. Hopefully when I start school, I’ll be a tad more happy. But as of right now, I can say this without a doubt, if my emotional state doesn’t change by second semester, I’m going home.

When all is said and done, I think this will be the right place for me, despite my emotionakky damaged disposition.

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This is just wrong.

Lately, I have been rather lonely. Not lonely in the seventh grade school girl attention seeking crybaby whore sense, or the friendship quenching sense. The full on “I’m seein’ all the signs from above. I’m gonna be the one that he loves” relationship kind.

I don’t DO relationships. It’s not me. I’m extremely picky when it comes to guys. I feel insulted when an ugly guy tries to hit on me. Like, he thinks that we’re on the same level?! That BITCH. I just don’t like gay guys. They don’t push my buttons. I want a guy, who is a guy. Someone who doesn’t define themselves as I’m Marvin, A HOMOSEXUUUUAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So yeah.  I’m a picky one. Well, I had a boyfriend at one point who fits this bill. He was sweet, and attractive, and best of all, incredibly intelligent. The big flaw was the distance. I knew better than to fool myself into thinking we could make it work. So, one day I cut all ties. Just like that.

. . . . . . I’m thinking about talking to him again. . . . . .

Please talk me down from this ledge.

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"No, I won't internet grow up!"

Why would I? Why would I want to become such a boring loser with no sense of humor? The internetz iz fer funnehs. I can’t stand that people don’t get that concept. I mean, it’s not like you’re on a site that requires proper etiquette or anything. You’re on freaking Y!A. So, when I leave an answer involving the reason I can’t keep a steady relationship is because I didn’t swallow, laugh. OR PUKE! Or chop your balls of AND DIE. I don’t give a shit what you do!

Just don’t give me a fucking rant.

Rule number one of the internet

-          Don’t take anything said seriously, or personally. You’re life will be easier, and much more fun that way

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Peanutbutter Toast Pt. 2

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK

What is it with me and eating Peanutbutter toast and getting into sexual situations? I dunno. I dunno ._.

After spending

ten minutes trying to figure out my password for MyPCC, I got “locked out” and I have to call the school for them to unlock me. I’m fuxin’ PEossed. It’s such a hassle to do that. Just let me keep guessing! Anyways, so here I am frustrated, and you know when you’re an. . . addict of the right hand monocle type. . any sort of frustration can be released sexually.

But before I can start I get some toast. Peanutbutter toast.

The whole time I’m scrolling through softcore pics of young guys who probably never expected that naked picture from that one time to hit a BoyPic blog, I’m almost throwing up while eating. What was I thinking? Porn is gross! How can I eat. . . and watch it?

Haha, eat….

You know you’re fucked up when you see webcam videos of boys who look like you and you go WHAT!? I KNEW HE WAS RECORDING ME!

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“Hey, FUCK YOU!”

Is exactly what I said to a chair that startled me about five minutes ago. You see, I thought it was a ghost infant propped up in a stroller, and when I realized it wasn’t I was not only slitghly scared, but caught off guard. Which makes me spew the absolutely stupidest comeback. My word vomit usually only involves being scared, annoyed, or harmed by inanimate objects and tiny insects.

*Bug flies by my ear*

“Hey you ASSHOLE! STOP IT!”

*I stub my toe on s controller*

“YOU BITCH!”

It doesn’t even make sense. I know this. I laugh at myself whenever I do it as well. It’s funny.

Anyhoooooo, I have a placement test coming up tomorrow, so wish me luck! I’m sure I’ll be on tomorrow to update you all.

I’m retarded, I know…

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I promise a lot, I know ._.

Okay, I know at this point you're all probably sick of me trying to "rejuvenate" my blog. Well guess what? I'm doing it again.

But wait!! Before you walk out on me this time, realize, this is different! I'm moving, and with this major leap I need this outlet. Do you hear me? I need you. . .


I guess I should update you all on my life. I'm moving, to Portland.  Yeah, that means almost everyone I used to talk about in code won't be talked about much at all. It's sad really. My life as a snarky high school student is over. I no longer have the luxury of waiting last minute to do everything, and actually ace the class. My studying skills will actually be useful! :D Not.

Ugh. Well, I'm so tired. I just wanted to inform everyone that I'M BACK BITCHES. So get used to it, and read the updates! They may not be daily during the summer because of the lack of anything worth talking about. . . at all.


What did you expect?

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