Thursday, September 29, 2005
Babbling
So, im in the library right now. I have an hour before my next class, which really isn't enough time to walk back to my apartment. I finally found a date to my Kappa formal. I still want to make the dalmation's life miserble. He just got a new car. I hope he wrecks it!
Monday, September 26, 2005
Lonely Gnome
Well, jealousy finally got the best of me. Ever since my dalmation hooked up with some random chick, I have had major problems trusting him. I don't know why, but girls really like to analze situations to death, and boys have issues communicating...and usally take the easy way out of things. Anyway, I got dumped over my answering machine, and my Kappa formal is next weekend. I have already bought a really pretty dress, so kinda have to go to the formal. I'm so frustrated because even though I HATE the dalmation...I really miss him sometimes.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
It's Dove Season!
If you are an avid hunter, you are probably aware that it is dove season right now. Well, I would like everyone to know that the doves are fighting back this year. I was walking to class the other day (with some really hot guys walking behind me) when a stupid dove actually flew into my head! The lil rascal hit me! I was running late for class, but watched as the dove made himself comfortable on the ground under a tree. I glared, thinking, "I'll get YOU later!" It was so embarrassing.
To my suprise, however, the dove was still sitting under that tree when I got outta class. No one was around, so I started to chase him. He must have been overheated or something because I was actually able to catch him. Little did I know, another hot guy watched in horror as I chased the stupid dove around and finally picked it up. He obviously didn't know the whole story. Anyway, the damn dove got away, and I had to walk to my next class in shame. I had been defeated by a stupid bird.
To my suprise, however, the dove was still sitting under that tree when I got outta class. No one was around, so I started to chase him. He must have been overheated or something because I was actually able to catch him. Little did I know, another hot guy watched in horror as I chased the stupid dove around and finally picked it up. He obviously didn't know the whole story. Anyway, the damn dove got away, and I had to walk to my next class in shame. I had been defeated by a stupid bird.
FIRE!
So my next door neighbors decided to BBQ their apartment. Literally! I smelled something cooking outside and opened the blinds only to discover that their entire apartment was engulfed in flames. Being my fantastic self, I quickly dialed 911. Although the disaster was happening only 5 feet from my apartment, I was relaxed because I knew that the fire would get put out before it had a chance to destroy my place.
It was kind of fun watching the firemen run around. It was probably the most entertaining thing I had seen all day. Then, the police department called me to ask if I owned a blue Montero. DAMN! Unfortunatly, my car was also a victim of the fire. The whole left side is scorched, and the paint is all melted. To make matters worse, my fabulous mother forgot to inform me that she had removed comprehensive and collision from my auto insurance plan, AND the apartment insurance does not cover anything other than the building.
The police said I was lucky that my car did not explode since most of the heat was back by the gas tank. I kind of wish my car did explode that day. My mean mommy refuses to buy me a new car because mine still runs just fine...it just looks like it drove through hell. If it was her car, she would replace it immediatly. She is soooooo selfish. When I took my car to get it cleaned in order to assess the damages, one of the workers (who did not graduate from highschool and now makes only minimum wage at the car wash) said that if it was his car, he would just give it away. HA! He felt so sorry for me that he detailed the outside of my car for only $14. He spent at least 45 minutes scraping parts of the building off my car's windows.
So, If you would like to donate money to my cause, I would be forever greatful. I really need a new car! If not, I may have to kidnap my mom's little fluffy dog for ransom money. I mean, someone as cute and fantastic as me cannot be driving a burn victim around town! That's just not right!
It was kind of fun watching the firemen run around. It was probably the most entertaining thing I had seen all day. Then, the police department called me to ask if I owned a blue Montero. DAMN! Unfortunatly, my car was also a victim of the fire. The whole left side is scorched, and the paint is all melted. To make matters worse, my fabulous mother forgot to inform me that she had removed comprehensive and collision from my auto insurance plan, AND the apartment insurance does not cover anything other than the building.
The police said I was lucky that my car did not explode since most of the heat was back by the gas tank. I kind of wish my car did explode that day. My mean mommy refuses to buy me a new car because mine still runs just fine...it just looks like it drove through hell. If it was her car, she would replace it immediatly. She is soooooo selfish. When I took my car to get it cleaned in order to assess the damages, one of the workers (who did not graduate from highschool and now makes only minimum wage at the car wash) said that if it was his car, he would just give it away. HA! He felt so sorry for me that he detailed the outside of my car for only $14. He spent at least 45 minutes scraping parts of the building off my car's windows.
So, If you would like to donate money to my cause, I would be forever greatful. I really need a new car! If not, I may have to kidnap my mom's little fluffy dog for ransom money. I mean, someone as cute and fantastic as me cannot be driving a burn victim around town! That's just not right!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
I'm a lazy, lazy gnome...
SUPRISE! I bet y'all didn't think I would ever write again. I bet y'all thought that I had abandoned your not-so-cute butts to spend more time with my dalmation, settle into my apartment, and go to lots of parties that y'all prolly weren't invited to... Well, YOU'RE RIGHT! MUAHAHAHA! Did you really think that someone as cute and fantastic as myself would sit for hours upon hours trying to think of something mind stimulating? DUH! Well, I suppose I could let y'all in on some of my recent adventures.
Life in my apartment is not easy. For whatever reason, it came furnished with a refigerator that does NOT fill itself, and dishwasher that does NOT load itself! So you can prolly imagine my fury when the dalmation came over one day, ate my food, then placed, ever so neatly, his dirty dish in the sink before rushing over to make himself comfy on the couch in front of the T.V. I know... GASP!!! Luckily for him, my fabulous roommate and I have had the patience to house train him.
Along the lines of "training," my pet turtle, Mr. Pops, has been acting so weird since I've moved him into the apartment. He seemed so relaxed when PIB was taking care of him (lthough she refused to clean his cage).I think that he is worried that I will forget to feed him or something (which i prolly would if it wasn't for his behavior). Every time I walk be his cage he starts running all around his cage, then climbs to the top of his ladder just in case I didn't see him. It's like he is trying to train ME! He is doing such a good job that I am considering buying a pill box to put his daily rations in because I forget whether or not I've fed him. He is too fat to fit in his shell now. It's almost embarrassing to introduce him to friends that come over.
Maybe if y'all fuss a little more I will remember to write in this silly BLOG. I really think that this is a nerdy fad that is on the way out, but I guess I should moniter it more often, if only to keep on eye on what PIB is telling people about me. Well, my fabulous public awaits. XOXOXO. Stay cute!
Life in my apartment is not easy. For whatever reason, it came furnished with a refigerator that does NOT fill itself, and dishwasher that does NOT load itself! So you can prolly imagine my fury when the dalmation came over one day, ate my food, then placed, ever so neatly, his dirty dish in the sink before rushing over to make himself comfy on the couch in front of the T.V. I know... GASP!!! Luckily for him, my fabulous roommate and I have had the patience to house train him.
Along the lines of "training," my pet turtle, Mr. Pops, has been acting so weird since I've moved him into the apartment. He seemed so relaxed when PIB was taking care of him (lthough she refused to clean his cage).I think that he is worried that I will forget to feed him or something (which i prolly would if it wasn't for his behavior). Every time I walk be his cage he starts running all around his cage, then climbs to the top of his ladder just in case I didn't see him. It's like he is trying to train ME! He is doing such a good job that I am considering buying a pill box to put his daily rations in because I forget whether or not I've fed him. He is too fat to fit in his shell now. It's almost embarrassing to introduce him to friends that come over.
Maybe if y'all fuss a little more I will remember to write in this silly BLOG. I really think that this is a nerdy fad that is on the way out, but I guess I should moniter it more often, if only to keep on eye on what PIB is telling people about me. Well, my fabulous public awaits. XOXOXO. Stay cute!
