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| 07:31pm 28/10/2007 |
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Life update:
School: Grad school for counseling psych. One more semester of craptacular coursework, followed by two semesters of internship.
Work: Bartending uptown New Orleans. Ask me where, if you want to visit.
Play: Women's rugby... and as much socializing as is physically possible without dying from exhaustion.
This past weekend:
Friday: Went to Voodoo Festival to see Rage Against the Machine. Pretended like I was meant to mosh, but in reality, I'm more of a head-bobber or occasionally shoulder swayer.
Saturday: Bartended at Lazarus Party (AIDS benefit/costume party). Highlights: Man's feathery hat catching on fire, as he made his drink order, due to tiki torch close contact. He cried. Real tears. As people stomped the fire out of his hat. Overall, fucking awesome.
Currently: Listening to my downstairs neighbors' band practice through the floor...and not intentionally. It's just THAT loud and generally not great..I guess that's why they're practicing...
Tonight: Watching Game 4 of the World Series. Go Red Sox! |
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| 01:11pm 02/02/2007 |
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News: I moved back to New Orleans over Christmas break. Transferred from Loyola Baltimore to Loyola New Orleans. Same graduate program in Counseling Psychology. I'm living in a sweet apartment on ghetto-fabulous Jackson Ave, 2 blocks away from the Tchoup Walmart (that's the closest landmark aside from the hypodermic needle-infested field across the street). The neighborhood is dicey, but the apartment is nice and I'm rooming with my friend, Mary, so, hopefully, we won't kill eachother. School's been tolerable, minus the one girl who talks too much and never says anything, but there's one of those in EVERY class.
Mardi Gras is on it's way.
I have a massive sinus infection that I'm going to get drugs for within the next two minutes.
Hopefully, I'll be better by tomorrow night...I'm supposed to babysit these little delinquent boys. They're going to kick my ass with plastic light sabers and verbal abuse. I can't wait. |
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| 03:31pm 08/11/2006 |
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It's probably been close to a year since I've updated. I forgot I even HAD this thing.
I'm in Baltimore right now. Grad school full time. Counseling psych. Just got back from a splendid NoLa trip. Bartended at a massive gay circuit party (Lazarus), also attended a Halloween wedding (costumes required) aka AMAAZING.
All together, life's been pretty fucking hectic. I'm working fulltime at a restaurant that might as well be named Chotchkys (you'll only get that reference if you've seen Office Space). In a few months, when I remember to update again, I'll probably be somewhere entirely different in life. Good luck keeping up.
*Marigny* |
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| 06:51pm 23/04/2006 |
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we won against niagara today.
at the tournament in niagara.
i love my ruggers.seriously, MAJOR progress has been made since the beginning of the year.
also, at the niagara drinkup: dancing in the shady whiskey bar, under the strobe lights, while watching our reflections in the five mirrors along the walls: PRICELESS.
when i graduate in three weeks, it might be the first time i cry when moving away from somewhere.
that says alot considering ive only been here a year.
ok. going to read for a bit, shower, and go out somewhere.
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| 09:53pm 16/04/2006 |
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i love vacation.i can not emphasize this enough.
ate lunch with auntie and julio. walked around downtown rochester. met an amazing local artist and talked about his work. ate my first icecream cone of the year: strawberry. at that moment, i was thinking "icecream has never tasted so good."
in the middle of our afternoon walk, we took a brief bathroom break at an art museum and ended up staying there until the security guard kicked us out because they were "closing in five minutes." we were the ONLY people there the whole afternoon.
ate homecooked dinner at my auntie's. decorated easter eggs and took glamour shots of our completed masterpieces. the exciting part: made easter baskets full of amazing, elaborately decorated eggs and little chocolate candies and then, we went on a stealth easter bunny mission and anonymously left our baskets on people's front doorsteps. under the cover of darkness, i essentially rang doorbells, left baskets, and RAN to meet up with julio and my aunt who were driving the getaway minivan.
all in a days work. this slick, wannabe easter bunny is off to bed.
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| 10:34pm 14/04/2006 |
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it's easter break. i love vacation. hanging at my auntie's in rochester, ny.
got into both gwu and argosy u for clinical psych psyd. chose argosy u, even though i was flipping out for a day about gwu. argosy is less prestigious to some people, but, i feel like i'll get a well rounded education there. whereas, at gwu, it's a very psychodynamically oriented program. i'm not sure i want to dive into being completely dedicated to a psychodynamic approach. that's a huge jump.
all in all, i'll be at argosy until 2011, and i'll be paying for it LONG after that.
talked to my dad on the phone yesterday:
dad: "marigny, I'm going to be dead before you're even out of school."
it's possible. probably true.
too bad i never saw him before, and now, i won't have time to.
topic change:
i had the best day today. went on a hike in the forest with my auntie and julio. without a doubt, i've discovered the BEST feeling in the world. you won't feel it until you feed chicadees birdseed out of the palm of your hand in the middle of the woods. i could spend the rest of my days doing that and be completely content, as long as the weather stays warm, or i have a coat.
*Marigny* |
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| 08:19pm 02/04/2006 |
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I love my rugby team!
I don't think I say that enough. We've made so much progress this past semester and the closer I get to graduation, the more I realize how much I'm going to miss everyone.
The game at St Bonaventure today was AWESOME! I'm so glad I didn't listen to Dr.'s orders: "Your wrist will be fine, just dont play rugby for a week." He said that on thursay at 12:30 pm. I was passing around a rugby ball at 1245pm when I walked out of the building and onto the quad.
Oh well. It's healable...as long as my wrist doesn't pop off entirely, it'll be FIIINE.
*Marigny* |
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| busy busy all the time! |
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| 08:01pm 06/03/2006 |
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I was in d.c. for the weekend interviewing for GWU. so nervous. now i play the waiting game. i doubt i will get in...they accept VERY few from an ABUNDANCE of applicants. cross your fingers for me.
funny quotes:
::zach passes out::
::zach stands up, suddenly revived::
"praise allah!"
::zach praises allah::
jonesy: "it's my hot body, i do what i WANT!!"
me: "are you SPITTING on the floor??"
jonesy: "I DO WHAT I WANT!"
jonesy: "i HAVE to find my ID or i'm going to look like a drunk idiot!!"
me and dave: "too late"
jonesy: "googlegooglegooglegoogle"
me: "is he just saying 'google' over and over?"
dave: "it's his favorite search engine?"
jonesy: "googlegooglegooglegoogle" ::passes out::
reading the statistics on the rate of knife injuries caused from hoagie cutting at the Wawa with Canadian Adam.
karaoke night! and...more importantly, jimmy buffet shorts that were lacking a floral printed, tropical tee. also enjoyed tripp's behind these hazel eyes rendition...but, in general: great performances...except zach...
we never got to the superfun mystery grab bag round of karaoke. it included the everpopular free willy theme song by michael jackson
...those damn noise complaints.
Oh man, those kids are good, quality fun. I feel like if ruggers, beer, karaoke night and those guys were in the same room, my head might explode from hilarity and over-stimulation.
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summary: i spent my weekend being interviewed, lacking sleep from waking up FAR to early to be sane, and being wedged between a wall and dave, on a twin bed hovering over jonesy. (way more comfortable than a street corner)
"you guys BETTER not have sex over my head..."
"Oh my god, WE'RE NOT HAVING SEX!"
time to do homework before watching grays anatomy and passing out. note to self: little over 4 hours of sleep in three days is NOT sufficient. however, very little sleep DID help spawn the idea of sacrificing Virgin (thats his name) in order to bless Maggie's new rugby ball, Jameson. BRILLIANT!!!
"SO, Virgin. Feel like BLESSING something today?...If you give us your blood VOLUNTARILY then you won't lose your spleen."
Virgin: "OH MY GOD, THEYRE GOING TO CUT ME!!"
Sacrifices WILL be made, Virgin's blood WILL be drawn, Jameson WILL be blessed and the world will be right again. All I need is something sharp...Caitlyn Dies GET THE SEWING KIT!
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| GO NINJA GO NINJA GO! |
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| 03:38pm 23/02/2006 |
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...This song is Vanilla Ice's ONLY contribution to the musical world.
So, my last entry was rather...pathetic.
But, stressful times.
Just got back from a splendid long weekend at Maggie's house (which is all of 30 minutes away from Canisius).
We did very little and it was AWESOME. I brought sparklers. We scared her neighbors. Other than that, we played pool, watched "Fat Camp" on MTV probably upwards of 5 times, ate her mom's good cookin, and just generally had a great weekend of slacking. Now, it's back to the daily grind.
Is it weird that I can't WAIT to graduate, but...Where the HELL am I going after I graduate??
This place is so secure right now. Strange.
Seriously though, I'm ready to graduate. I think I just don't want to leave all my ruggers.
OK. Time to study, then...meeting, then...running?
*Marigny* |
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| 08:45pm 17/02/2006 |
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I'm listening to Van Morrison so loudly, I think my ears may bleed.
This is the only thing maintaining my sanity right now.
First rejection letter in the mail came with a strong suggestion that I apply for the Master of Science program, instead. Disappointment 1.
Just read my Canisius email and found out theres an alternative spring break option to New Orleans to rebuild. 50 bucks. I can't go. I'm already going to DC, booked flight and everything (interview at a university there). Canisius notified me too late. MASSIVE disappointment, extreme feelings of guilt, and subsequent depression. Disappointment 2.
Just checked my financial aid status at Canisius. NOT a full ride. I owe over 7,000 even WITH aid. Poverty? OOO fun...? Disappointment 3.
I got a package from my mom today. I tried to call her to thank her...and I can't get through, as usual. Disappointment 4.
My dad hasn't agreed to coming to my graduation. Disappointment 5.
My room mate's boyfriend is back...That's so much worse than disappointment.
I got out of class an hour ago.
I'm exhausted and just generally pissed off.
But, I'm so glad for Van Morrison's existence.
*Marigny* |
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| 10:28pm 13/02/2006 |
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Still sore from rugby...I think my feet are swollen. oooo SEXY!!
True to form, my dad has forgotten my birthday, for the 21st consecutive year...even though I TOLD him about a week ago, how I was planning on going out to celebrate.
Hey, thanks for the sperm, Pops! No, really. Mom's egg and uterus couldn't have done it without you.
I think sometimes there's a strong possibility that my father is mildly mentally retarded.
Additionally:
If I had one day left to live, I would tell my close friends and family members the things that I cherished about knowing them (Even the family members I dislike. Ahem.) And I would indulge in ALL of my vices. I would also hope that this one day would fall in the summer months, so I could watch the sun set from a desolate beach in southern Maine. I would probably be fishing...and...I think I would probably eat as many Shaw's fried oyster sandwiches and steak fries as I could stomach, drink a LOT of fine beer, and gorge on king cake and Maine icecream. And, I might hope that my best friends could be there with me most of the time to share in the feast on the beach.
[This message brought to you by Greys Anatomy. I want Grey's anatomy to be my valentine.]
*Marigny*
P.S. I'm fairly certain, that, for Valentines Day, I'm going to the porn store with Vogel and Dies. Then, I'm going to buy some booze. It MAY be a booze n porn night...Porn is so...awkward and funny. How is that sexy?
Side note: Nobody does porn soundtracks better than Van Morrison (Ruskie and Nate know what I'm talking about).
Or, maybe I'll see if there are any lonely hearts parties?...Ha! Chances are, I probably won't. I'll probably just booze it. |
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| i'm a LEGAL boozer now!!! 21. awwwright. |
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| 10:05am 13/02/2006 |
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So, yesterday was spent:
1. Playing in winterfest rugby tourney (my back and neck hurt now...as per usual)
2. At the winterfest rugby drinkup
3. Getting dinner
4. Going out AGAIN to drink some MORE at area42 with some ladies that I love.
5. Getting hit on by Mike Myers (the bartendar) and Jay (the manager)...Got some digits. OH yeah.
(the NOLA people were left alone to TAKEOVER the bar)
6. Hitting up McDonalds at 5 am with Stephanie.
7. SLEEPING in my room: the deep, soothing sleep of a slightly drunk birthday girl.
GOOD times were had by all, i hope. i KNOW i had fun...stayed out NOLA style (till the sun came up)
funny quotations:
"I'm getting drunk for YOU, cause it's your birthday!!"
"It's ALL cause of rugby"
Clark wipes snot on Hannah at the rugby tourney.
Hannah: "EW CLARK. NOW I HAVE TO SHOWER!!!!"
"Katie, your hair cought on fire."
Vogel: "Hey Katie. What STD do you have now?"
Katie: "Syphilis."
Vogel: "OOOH YEAH. CURABLE!!!!"
"Balls, where AAARE YOU!!!!!!!!" (Yelling for Vogel in the midst of a large crowd.)
"It's Marigny's birthday in 8 minutes. What are we going to do?? It has to be something SPECIAL. GROUP MEETING."
Me: "Can I come?"
Everyone: "NO!"
Me: "FIIIIINE. I DONT WANT TO BE A PART OF YOUR MEETING ANYWAY!!!! I just...stand here. BY mysself..."
Seriously. SUCH a good time. I'm going to takeover that bar more often. It has the exact hole-in-the-wallness that I appreciate in a hang out. I'm so glad I saw a few of the rugby guys show. The rest of YOUZE are in the DOGHOUSE...and I am SO not buying booze for yall...YES! I have the authority to say that now.
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| 01:01am 10/02/2006 |
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Below, you will read my response to overhearing my room mate as she bad-mouthed me to HER MOTHER on her cellphone this afternoon. Apparently, she had no idea I was in my bedroom, well-within earshot.
Samantha,
I am NOT a lazy, inconsiderate, slob. I’ve made a concerted effort to take out the garbage, keep the bathroom sink clean (since you so frequently complain about it), do the dishes, etc this semester. Just because you’re not around when I tidy up, or you choose not to notice, does NOT mean that I’m not cleaning. I heard how you ranted about the empty milk jug in the trash can this afternoon. Just so you know, and you don’t have to believe me (I don’t care), but that was a joke between me and Maggie (you know, our next door neighbor). Our fridge was pretty full a couple of weeks back, so I stored my milk in her fridge for a few days, MAINLY because I didn’t want you to get mad that my food was taking up too much space in the fridge (since you seem to get outraged EASILY). Maggie has 4 room mates, so I put my name all over the jug along with: “No touchy the milk” and “You touch, you DIIIIIIIIE!!” as a JOKE for her and her room mates (who I am FRIENDS with) to find. It wasn’t directed to you and it wasn’t meant for you to find in the trashcan. Additionally, we didn’t talk last Friday because I had class all day, then work, rugby, and social plans. I apologize if, for some reason, you have been overly inconvenienced, traumatized, or “threatened” by my mere presence. I would never intentionally make someone feel uncomfortable or miserable. We don’t have to be friends, I don’t want to be. We don’t have to talk, I have no intentions to. You don’t even have to remotely like me. But know that every impression, every snap judgment, every harsh comment that you’ve made about me has been based on VERY little: The half hour I spent with you playing darts while you were coked out of your skull…OH! And POSSIBLY 5 minutes of conversation over the past year. So, the next time you feel the uncontrollable urge to rant about how horrible I am as a room mate, or just as a person in general, perhaps you should take a brief moment to reflect on your OWN weaknesses as a room mate FIRST. Then, by ALL means, get back to me on what I can POSSIBLY do to make your stay at Canisius a more pleasurable one.
-Your Inconsiderate, Slob,
Marigny
P.S. The next time your ex-convict boyfriend has a warrant out for his arrest and seeks refuge in OUR apartment, please inform him that he should NOT toke the reefer. The ventilation systems aren’t THAT effective and I don’t appreciate having to open my bedroom window to breathe…or having to find sanctuary elsewhere. Have a nice night.
In other news, everything's pretty peachy-keen. I'm going ice skating friday. I finished 2 of 4 exams within this week... So, half-way there. Saturday, during the day, I may be going to watch a rugby tourney. Then,Saturday night is ma BDAY partaaay (even though, my official 21st BIRTHDAY isn't until sunday). Along with rugby teams' support, I'm planning on staging somewhat of a hostile takeover of AREA42 (local hole in the wall bar). Should be one hellofatime when midnight strikes. Sunday will be primarily a recovery day, since I have an exam monday morning. Such is life. One things for damn sure though, I WILL be drinking SOMETHING on Valentine's Day. OHOH! There's also a distinct possibility that my first legal St Pattys Day will be spent in DC pub jumping with my big brother and fellow Irish folk!
*Marigny*
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| 11:03pm 25/01/2006 |
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If I witness one more line of coke being snorted on my kitchen counter...
If I so much as smell weed being smoked in or around the area where MY bedroom is...
I WILL EXPLODE. Or, a wall will be punched. In fact, I'm thinking about punching a wall RIGHT now.
My raging cokehead room mate and her convict-stoner fuckup of a boyfriend are OUT OF CONTROL and I hate it.
Moral dilemma not in order of importance:
If I report:
I'm labelled a "snitch"
I face possibly being associated with my room mate and her drug issues/TROUBLE
I risk making my living arrangement MORE tense and horrendous
I don't want to switch rooms mid semester
I also don't want to DESTROY the ONLY positive thing this girl has going for her, which is the simple fact that she's graduating in May 06.
If I don't report:
I live with 2 raging drug addicts, the constant smell of weed or a REALLY cold room from leaving my windows opened 24/7, and a fugitive in my living room for the rest of the semester.
There's no semester-long, statute of limitations on a warrant for armed robbery, you idiotic clusterfuck...you WILL be arrested!
AAAAH! GO AWAY TRAUMA!...as if a hurricane wasn't enough. SERIOUSLY. FUCK OFF!
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| 10:42pm 25/01/2006 |
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I'm sitting here contemplating my raging-cokehead-room mate's demise, slash I'm trying to figure out a plausable means of framing her convict-stoner boyfriend for murder-in-cold-blood...
Why is he still staying/HIDING in our apartment?? Warrants for armed robberies DONT RUN OUT within a semester of mooching off someone ELSE'S apartment...HE'S GOING TO GET CAUGHT. I HOPE he gets caught.
If I see one more line of coke snorted off our kitchen counter...
If I so much as SMELL weed in our living room from that Creeper-FuckUp-DoucheTube that she calls a boyfriend...
I SWEAR TO GOODNESS, I WILL explode.
Someone might get destroyed. A wall might get punched. In fact, I'm thinking about punching the wall now.
I'm trying to be as nonconfrontational as possible by avoiding their drug use...
simply because I don't want to worsen my disposition...And also, bc its kind of a moral dilemma. I don't want her to get kicked out of school bc that's all she has going for her that is positive and she's SO close to graduation. I don't want to be known as "the snitch." I don't want this horrendous weed smell lingering in my room to continue until the end of time...I can't tell my mom because I don't want her to worry MORE about how I'm doing. I don't want to move out of my apartment mid-semester.
However, I ALSO don't want to be completely SPINELESS and the constant weed/cigarette smoke smell/HOUSING A FUGITICE is rather BOTHERSOME.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! GO AWAY RELENTLESS TORTURE. It follows me EVERYWHERE.
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Quick ride upto Canada last night with my friendly neighbors, Maggie, Renee, Varnessa...and the rest of their crew. Went to Boston Pizza (which is misleading, because it's a bar/games joint, not JUST for pizza eating). Met this men's acapella singing group while we were there, which was fan-tas-tic. Asian Ben cracked me up (HE WAS SOOOO STONED).
Me: "Why is your name Asian Ben, not just Ben? Is there more than one Ben in your group?"
Asian Ben: ::LONG dramatic pause:: "YYYYYYYesss."
Me: "Hey, Asian Ben...What does it feel like when I do THIS!!" ::smushed his face with my hands::
Asian Ben: "WOOOOOOOOAH. I am SO stoned."
THEN ventured onto this dance club, where...I obviously did not have enough drinks to keep up with the dance company. OH. AND, when I went to the parking lot with Maggie and Carmen, because they wanted to smoke a cigarette/ we had to put our jackets in the car...we UNINTENTIONALLY picked up two random guys, Mohammed (aka "Mo") and random French guy who I forgot the name of because I was calling him Creeper the whole night.
Creeper: "Whatre you doing?"
Me: "Waiting for my friend to get out of the bathroom..."
Creeper: "Why?"
Me: "Because I like her...and because I'm nice to people I like."
Creeper: "You look so tough. You know, some people say we use 10% of our brains, I say some people use 10% of their hearts. Are you one of those people?"
...Jerkface tried to quote Wedding Crashers and thought I wouldn't notice.
Me: "I AM tough and I DO only use 10% of my heart...so, I'm one of those people, yes."
Creeper: "You're not THAT mean." ::creepily puts his arm around me::
Me: "Yes, I am 'THAT mean.' and don't touch me again or I'll punch you in the face."
Creeper: "I'm tough too...I play chess."
Me: "I play rugby. It was nice meeting you."
So, I got home pretty early considering we went to Canada and I expected to be out until 7 am. Then, I got woken up by my room mate's DOUCHEBAG boyfriend and his delinquent friend because they are both EXTREMELY loud and drunk...and theyre both discussing when Pat went to PRISON/ events preceding. I dont REALLY want to hear this explanation, but unfortunately, theyre EXCRUTIATING voices permeate the walls. So, I guess they both robbed a Tops grocery store or something, in addition to being caught with drugs? WHO CARES! WHY ARE THEY HERE WHEN MY ROOM MATE ISNT? In addition, they disabled our smoke detector, so now our rooms smell like weed and cigarettes ALL the time. Febreeze is my new best friend...and someone's going to get beaten to death with something sharp REALLY soon. EW. HE STOLE MY TOWEL! IT'S NOT IN THE BATHROOM. WHAT A SCUMBAG! If these kids could just die cold and alone RIGHT now, the world would be a better place.
I have to work from 12am-8am tonight. I'm popping flinstones vitamins to make myself feel happy...and it's NOT working.
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So, it's snowing in Buffalo again today. BIG surprise there. This morning, it was raining in Buffalo... Now, it's snowing so hard, it's painful to walk outside. I was walking home from class today, and as I crossed Main street, a tidal wave of water from the roadside drenched this lady in a yellow poncho who was waiting to cross the street...the tidal wave soaked my clothes from the waste down. God damn trans am.
It was kind of funny. Me and a complete stranger in a yellow poncho had a bonding moment.
..."Who cares? Who are we kidding...We were already soaked."
Now, I'm hanging out in my pajamas eating my roast beef sub from the corner store, until my 2:30 class...when I have to walk BACK to campus through the snowy yuckiness.
*Marigny*
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