No. 184

Ok, so after not touching my comp for how long i'm, yes, deja vu, back again. I've come back with another thingy or whatever you call those posts things on my guestbook. That is so cool that people read it and are interested, just when I lost hope and thought no one reads it, probably because it's too long or whatever, but that's me, I draw everything out. Oh, and the WTF's and the who are yous', remember that this is all the stuff I don't say out loud, well i've begin to and I think people aren't comfortable with it so, yea, it'll still be in the blog.

UW and their whole Orientation shit.

First off, their's this place on campus called Schmitz hall right, well I don't know maybe it's me, but if you say it really fast, it sounds like Shitz, I know, I was laughing the whole time and everyone was like, OH DARE YOU MOCK SCHMITZ HALL. Sorry boys and girls, it's just a building and we all know buildings don't have feelings?!? Anyways, Orientation sucked. For my friend Alison, she thought it was her first orgasm, but I mean, that was because some insecure boy didn't have anything to do and decided to follow her around for the two day ordeal. First off, dorms are damn scary, holy shit, the closet space is like enough for one week of clothing, what the hell are you suppose to do? The beds are fucked up and it's so stuffy that you enter the building and get flustered through your whole ordeal. Seriously, after this year, I WILL MOVE OUT. I found these great little lot of friends, they're cool, but it wasn't like Alison who had to call me the day after and explain everything. Our Orientation group was really scattered, no one really talked, and by night, all of them left. It was like some 500 people and it dwindled down to around 100 or so. It was really sad I thought. Oh, and at campus everyone never smiles and this is their typical Seattle UW look. Look like a constitpated model while either eating and of course being fat or either smoking a cigarette, freak out and realize it's almost out and have to grab another one, ie chain smoking at 8:30 in the morning. Yes, that is the UW campus. No one smiles at you, even when you're walking right next to them and they won't speed up or slow down and they're walking really close to you, I was almost ready to break out the can of mase. Also, where does one buy mase? They're all talking about security and shit like that, then being like, "it's a safe campus" then later on, "oh, and JUST ON THE UW CAMPUS ALONG, NOT INCLUDING SEATTLE, we had around 200 bikes stolen last year..." Oh, then the police lady said, only two rapes, BUT THAT'S NOT INCLUDING THE OTHERS THAT WERE NOT REPORTED... It makes you feel good then you're like right...ok, mental note, buy mase. Oh, and all these people try to run you over with their bicycles. It's a weapon. OMG, GAY RATIO. It seems that every single guy I met, hot guy that is, seemed to be gay? What is this Polk Street in San Francisco? Oh, and I saw these Frat guys hanging outside their house without shirts trying to tan in Seattle weather, oh and what the hell are they still doing in their Frat house in the SUMMER? You'd think you'd get away from school right? Seriously, tres sad mes petites. Oh, my schedule rocks, at first it even rocked more because i'd get up at 10:30 or 11:30 on some days to go to class, but I was registering for some junior level classes and they let me do it. Now i'm in the 101s and shit like that, so thank god, I have to wake up to be at class at 9:30 on MWF and on TTH, it's 10:30. Good enough, and on MWF, I get done at 12:20 so I can workout, study, eat, do all that. Oh, and the hiking around campus, by the next day, since it was an overnight deal, lets say I hate stairs and I was seriously feeling the burn. No, I mean, I get on stairmaster and work it, but this thing, was seriously like a Boot Camp for the Froshies. My thigns and my feet are like, where the hell is my massage. My feet hate me, after the hell of Hawaii and then the whole UW thing, they'd give out on me if they could. Oh, saw a whole bunch of my ML people, and one boy totally don't remember, he remembers me, they all do, and they're like "oh my stuff is still at the Frat..." Do I fucking care about your frat and where your shit is? NO, period. It was fun, but utterly pointless in information they give you.

Bowling

We're going tonight. It seems that I don't want to do anything that is my age level. After going to Hawaii, drinking, smoking, living it up. I just want to be like those Sex and the City girls and just chill with my Cosmo at some bar, get a number or two and go home? No, my friends, yappers who want to go bowling and "try to live it up" hence them wearing white shirts for the cosmic lighting. Ok...whatever. maybe i'm becoming a sober depressive smoking addicted alcoholic? No, I haven't smoked for a while. I shouldn't either, because it totally makes your throat closed over, regardless of the ultra light methanols.