Getting drunk with your friends in the middle of the day is awesome. Especially when you are doing it to help cheer up your friend. Plus, alcoholic beverages just rule.

If I could write my feelings on the internet and have a positive way of knowing that certain people wouldnt ever read it, I would feel a lot better. Maybe because I like to type things out rather than write them. Who knows.

If you havent/ dont read my MySpace blog, our apartment got broken into this past week. I was in Seattle from Tuesday till yesterday (5 fucking days) and came back to find two of my roommates' rooms open and gone through their shit. There was a bong broken on the kitchen floor, a bong, a bubbler, and a couple pipes ALL gone.

It's fucekd up. If anyone knows anything, let me know. We live in T-107, so come by and tell us.

I feel bad that I never write in my LiveJournal anymore.
Instead I have been blogging on MySpace.
I suppose I should use this if I am going to keep having it.
LiveJournal IS my fucking homepage afterall.

It's snowing outside.
It's been like this all day.
Since I went to my appointment with my Academic Advisor, Teresa, at 11.
It's sticking to the ground and the trees.
It looks really pretty.

Paavo's supposed to be coming down tomorrow sometime.
I have to work from 5 to 10.
But I really would like to see him tomorrow night.
He said he might be going to Matt's though.
And that makes me sad because then I wont see him as much as I would like to.
He needs a place to live next quarter.
He wants to just "rent" out a room from someone on campus.
But I dont think that is possible unless he is enrolled in classes or a contract.
Plus, I'm hopefully moving into T soon.
I told him I would stay in K if he moves into Carter's room, but I think that I would be lying to him.
I dont really want to stay in K.
I want to move.
It's time.
I need a change.

I just ate a big bowl of pasta with garlic and olive oil on it.
Now my tummy aches.
It was good though.
And there is a bunch left for later.

i miss my honey. he's in seattle and doesnt think he'll be able to come down this weekend. :( i have class saturday from 9:30 to 5 so i doubt i can go up there. unless i catch the bus right after class gets out and i prolly wont want to. i'll be soooo...tired. but..i talked to him on the phone this morning. it was quite nice. he makes me sooo....happy. it's sweet.

I've been seeing Paavo almost a week now and he pretty much asked me out on Sunday. It was sweet. I havent been "asked out" in so long I forgot what it felt like to be "asked out." He asked if I would be his slut, his own exclusive slut. And as sexist as that sounds, I said yes. Not because I want to be his "slut" but more because I know what he meant by it. He meant, do I want to be his and only his. And then we talked about it for awhile and decided that even though I didnt want to be introduced or known to everyone else as Paavo's slut, that we would become boyfriend and girlfriend. It's nice to be able to say, "I have a boyfriend" and mean it. No more sleeping with whoever is there at the moment just because I'm drunk or it's about time I got laid again. And no more trying to start a relationship with someone only to find out a week later that they have another girl or that they don't want to take things that far. So, all in all, I feel a lot better now. I'm feeling more stable and feel like I can take this on my own, without my friends around to help me through it. I also feel that maybe its a good thing that Paavo lives in Seattle and I live in Oly, so that we don't get too close too soon. I really like him a lot and his company is so nice to have around. It makes me so happy just to know that he's there and to feel his presence. It's sad that when he's not here, how much I miss him.

i saw a new bumper sticker today in oly with paavo.....it said...."I'D RATHER BE GAY THAN A DEMOCRAT"...how fucking lame. ok. that's all for now. i dont have class till wednesday night at 6. i'm going to buy my books and a phone tomorrow. i've put this shit off for too long now. i gotta go get drunk now. it's just what has to be done.

i can't get into myspace!!!  argh!!!  i want to check my mail and shit.  and change some things up a bit.  ugh!  i'm mad.  i guess i'll just have to check it later at home.  ugh!  that means slow-ass fucking dial-up.  o well.

on the other hand....i saw two new bumper stickers today.  (and by "new" i mean ones i haven't seen yet.)  one said STOP KERRY and the other one said WWID What Would Isis Do. who the fuck is Isis??? 

Hey y'all. I know it's been almost FOREVER since I last wrote something in here. I've been writing stuff in my MySpace blog. I just wanted to write something in here for a change. In case you haven't been keeping up with me, things are going good. I got a job for the summer at Old Navy, which is pretty good. They give me shitty hours but I deal. I've been doing an internship at Planned Parenthood all summer too. That has been pretty much the best part of my summer. I taught a class for 8 weeks at the center for runaway teens and that was really fun. The girls, and one boy, there were always so excited to learn about sex and were so energetic. It was really nice to have kids that wanted to learn THAT much. It was my best group I've ever had! (And I've been doing this for 3 years now.) It's really nice to be doing Planned Parenthood stuff and working with at-risk teens again. It helps boost my self-esteem a lot, as well as makes me feel like I'm doing something good for these kids. They really seem to benefit from it a lot. I was also working with a really good person. Her name is Jessica and she's been volunteering at PP for a while now. We're one year apart but we've bonded like no other. It's pretty fucking awesome! Tonight we are having our monthly volunteer meeting and I'll probably be saying goodbye to most of the volunteers. I leave next Friday morning at 8 to go back to Oly for the new year. I'm really excited to be going back, more than the past two years. I think I'm going to do a lot better, both academically and emotionally. I've been going to therapy all summer to try and even out some of my problems with my life -- my dad, Eric, how things go with my mom, etc. I think it has helped a lot.

Well, that is pretty much it. I probably won't be writing in here too much this year as it's hard to keep track of (and up with) two blogs. So if you want to get the updates on me, either email me or check my MySpace blog. Alright, well peace out for now.

xo. mcnasty.

Looks like I'd be a shitty American.....

You Failed the US Citizenship Test

Oops, you only got 4 out of 10 right!

....LOL!!!

I recently dyed my hair back to its natural shade. Well, as natural looking as I can get it. It's sort of a beachy blonde, but pretty light and then also some yellowness in it. But if you look at some of my older pics on myspace, you'll see the shade. I'd put new ones on but my camera is broken so I can't right now.

I filled out this survey, so y'all can read that too. I don't have a lot to fill in right now. But I do have some. ( Here is that survey. )

I'm having a birthday party on next Saturday, the 6th. So if anyone wants to come, you're invited. Just give me a call first so I know who's coming. It's a potluck so if you were to come, you would have to bring something yummy to eat. Otherwise, I'll be turning 20 on Monday and so I pretty stoked about that. Well, check up on myspace cause I'll be there more than here.

My friend Aubra posted a link to this earlier today.
http://www.newsmax.com/archives/ic/2005/5/4/101019.shtml

I can't stand people like that. UGH...!?!?! It pisses me the fuck off. It annoys me so much to think that people can be so fucking stupid. ARGH!!!

i bought a bong today. it was $70. i got it at the shop inside the metro downtown. where spidermonkey tattoos are. it's a foot tall. the glass is clear with some yellow, blue and green tinnting. the bowl is this pretty swirly blue. and then on the back of the stem is this really tight looking octopus. the middle ball of it is this awesome blackish shinyness. it's all sparkly and shit. it's so cool! ya'll should come by and see it. we can smoke out of it too.

i haven't eaten asparagus in over a week. i don't even LIKE asparagus all that much. and even if i did like it, i shouldn't be pooping it out a week AFTER i last ate it. i mean, i've pooped since then and all THAT poop didn't smell like asparagus. weird.

I got a pedicure today. It was nice. I went to this place in Carson called Bella Salon & Spa. It was cool. They used all Aveda products. I was supposed to go back in December but that got all fucked up due to this stupid promotion thing that the salon was doing with their gift cards. I got a gift card for Christmas and when I called the week before, they told me I couldn't use it until Christmas. So then I made an appointment for the next week, sometime AFTER Christmas. Well, then it snowed a whole lot and I got snowed in at my house out in the boonies and had to call in and cancel my pedicure. I remember they asked me WHY I was canceling my appointment (which places NEVER do) and I said that I was snowed in. The girl asked me where I lived that there was that much snow. When I said Washoe Valley she said something like, “Oh…I didn’t know there was THAT much snow out there.” (Duh!? Of course there’s snow in Washoe Valley. It only snows twice as much as it does in Reno or Carson.) So I rescheduled my appointment for the morning I flew out. Of course by the time we got there, I didn’t even know if the airport was going to be open, let alone if my flight was going out. So I called them back that morning and cancelled the pedicure, just in case. They asked when I wanted to reschedule for and I said I didn’t know for sure but that it would probably be sometime in March. Well, THEN the girl tells me that the card will only be good through March 1st. I tell her that that sucks and that I will figure something out. I then ask her how much the spa pedicure is worth and she says it’s $45 but that the card is only worth $22.50. Then my mom recommends that she go get the pedicure with the card and then she’ll pay for me to get one sometime. Well, then she lost the card and when Don found it this morning, she comes into my room (at like 9) to tell me she found it and if I want to try and schedule one today, she’ll take me in. Since I’m like half asleep still, I just tell her that I don’t really care and that if she wants to call she can. Well, then she comes back in at 11 and tells me she made me a 1:15 appointment. On the way there, we’re discussing what a shitty deal they had to make their gift certificates only last for 2 months. Then we get there and it was this full out spa in one of the mini strip malls in Carson. I went in and the girl asked me if I wanted anything to drink. Since I wasn’t thirsty I said no thanks. Then the girl that was doing my pedicure, Lisette, came out and took me behind this set of curtains. She showed me to the wall of polishes and told me to pick one out. It took me a bit of time, but only because I was debating on which shade of red I wanted. She asked me what I usually did on my toes and I said red or something dark or bright. I also mentioned how much I hate having them a neutral/ light color on them because it looks so plain. (I can’t stand to have my toenails some color I can’t see, let alone just be PLAIN. It looks as though my toenails disappeared.) So…there I am, looking through all the different shades of red nail polish. I felt like I was picking out paint for my house or something. For a minute or two, I was debating between two different ones, but the name of it made my decision. In my hands, I was holding a rosy red that was really shimmery and super shiny and a fiery red that was also shiny. I looked at the bottoms to read the names and the fiery one was called, “Louisiana Hot Sauce” while the rosy one was called, “It’s My Prague-Active.” Of course I chose the Prague red. Tehehe… Then Lisette took me into this room where there were two sinks and a tile ledge, where she told me to sit. I sat up there and then she filled up the sink with warm water and soap. I had never had a “spa” pedicure before and so it was pretty sweet. She used this herbal scrub on my calves and feet and then later massaged them with peppermint lotion. She also put this tangerine masque on my feet. My feet and legs smell really yummy! I don’t want to wash them tomorrow but I know how hard that will be. After the pedicure was over, my mom came back and we had to pay them the other $22.50 to cover the pedicure. I felt really bad for not giving Lisette a tip but the place screwed me over. Big time. So my mom said we shouldn’t tip them. L Then she complained to the girl about what a stupid thing it is to do to people. Especially when it’s a situation like mine. Then we went home.

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I can't sleep. I got offline at 3. Keith and I both have to get up early this morning, him at 7:15 and me at 9:30. I was drunk at 3. I brushed my teeth and went to bed and by 4:30 I was no longer drunk. At 5:30 I went to the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth with Listerine. Up until then, I was making a slide show on Power Point with the pictures I have from my summer trip. I have to "get up" in 3 hours and I haven't slept a wink yet. I'm beginning to think I should just stay up until then and make coffee. It's light outside. Like, really fucking bright! I don't get it. Why am I still awake? Maybe it's because I know I have to get up early so my body is just not going to sleep. Or maybe not. I'm pretty confused. Hmmm....Well, since I am UP, I think I'm gonna write some of my book. Or finish up this stupid slide show I started making. It's good so far. I figured out how to put a song on and make it play throughout the whole show. I chose Summer In The City by The Lovin' Spoonful. I wanted to put on some of the songs from the Prague Mix I made but I thought this was more fitting, whereas the songs on the mix are just songs that we sung a lot or heard. Like Joan Osborne's What if God Was One of Us? that we heard in the taxi the very first night. Or Kim Carne's Betty Davis Eyes that Jo Ann sung to us all the time. Or the 80's songs we heard at the little restaurant we had lunch at right after we found the see-saw and merry-go-round (Ice Ice Baby and Red Red Wine.) Of course I put songs on there that we never really listened to but had some underlying meaning, like Let's Go Get Stoned or She Has a Girl Friend Now or Summer Nights. And don't think I forgot the songs we were singing on the tram that night in Vienna (after the wine tasting) when we were all shitfaced drunk.

i'm pretty drunk right now. i'm just finishing my 3rd guinness and earlier i made a white russian. i sucked that down tho cause there was like NO vodka in it. not even 1/2 a shot. :-( i've been talking to keith for like ever now. it's nice to talk to him. he's picking me up at the airport. that'll be fun. :-) hehehe...he's pretty much the ONLY person i've talked to all break. well, at least just about EVERY night. lol. i was gonna post something on my myspace blog but its being stupid and so i'm writing in here. i dont know what to write cause i know whatever i post will be read by keith so i couldn't really write anything about him on here. he told me to write about sex...but i dont know what to write about on that subject right now. if i were back in oly, maybe i'd be actually having sex right now (or hopefully at least) and that would be nice. but i'm not in oly so that isn't going to happen. maybe it'll happen when i get back. i really hope so...cause i could use a good lay. it would be nice. i think i'd be in a better mood for the most part. well...anyways...i dont really know what else to say about this whole sex subject right now.

Ok...so to update on the BOOB story...I took this test online and thought this went well with the last entry.

Baby got a rack! Of all the titts in the world, yours are better than 94% of them. Wear them proud!

You've maxed out the chart with your sweet sweet ta-ta's. They are shaped, sized, and nippled to perfection. Please, take a picture of them and e-mail them to me -- better yet come on by some evening so I can play with them, I promise you I will be eternally greatful.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender : You scored higher than 96% on perfectness

Link: The How Nice Are Your Tits Test written by wtfanything on Ok Cupid