My vagina's angry. It is. It's pissed off. My vagina's furious and it needs to talk. It needs to talk about all this shit. It needs to talk to you. I mean what's the deal - an army of people out there thinking up ways to torture my poor-ass, gentle loving vagina. Spending their days constructing psycho products, and nasty ideas to undermine my ( Read more... )

So I had my core final today. (My core class is essentially an intro to the basis of western thought, we read Descartes and the Bible and Virgil and stuff...anyhow, it's a pile of literature over a foot tall that intimidated me when I first saw it, but dammit, I kicked it's ass. (other than Virgil...stupid Aeneis had to be made into a Latin epic ( Read more... )

Sounds like such a happy, playful word, conjuring smells of salt air and decaying crab legs, laughter, sand between the toes, the overpowering cacophonous symphony of waves crashing on the shore. That's what I thought of the first time I glanced at a headline bearing the term ( Read more... )

An ode to Descartes ( Read more... )

Yarr! Today be Talk Like A Pirate Day! Limber yer land lubbin lips an' join in under th' right good jolly roger hisself! I bid thee all a fine day fer sail'n, an I be catch'in ye on th' next ship t' the briney deep to lay anchor in Davy Jones' lockah!

AAAARRRRRGH!

College would be so much better if there were no drunk people. Or stupid people. Or immature, irresponsible people. I suppose that cuts out most of the campus. Lame.

Sculpture is awesome. I forgot how much I love clay.

Gay Night Clubs+Techno+neat lights=mucho fun ( Read more... )

I don't know if you all on facebook get notified when I delete you as a friend, but if you did, it's not because you're not a friend, just because I wanted to get as much stuff as possible from there off the net, so I went through and deleted everything manually before deactivating again.

Robert is stalking me. I think he knows I'm sitting across the couch from him even though I'm in secret agent mode.

Damn. I have failed.