you know there's still some buckwild inside this bitch

let me just let it be known that buckwild is still my favorite character on tv.

please for you to enjoy.

charm school is just insanely entertaining. It's like flavor of love with all the disgusting make out scenes replaced with hilarious yet dragon like Mo'nique! It's just the best.

this is the last week for class, which is awesome.

also I love raisinetes. Particularly the dark chocolate variety. Have you tried these? Wait stop. Can you commit to loving these the rest of your life and looking for them every time you want candy the rest of your life and then being dissapointed? If you answered no then just stop now.

I just filled out a form for graduation next spring and I am about to pee my pants. I have no idea what kind of job I would do after I graduate which makes my stomach churn in an unattractive way.

Things to sell in may on craigslist:
Ikea dvd revolving shelf
Ikea armoire
stereo
soul

i live to serve

because i live to serve please find included a picture of becky as a blonde. i thought she would probably want to get tan to go along with her new hair color. But I also know she doesn't like the sun so she'd probably go for a tan in a bottle and voila!



and I really wanted to see what mary would look like with different hair, but I also can't imagine mary dying her hair and it's already blonde. so anyways one day we'll all get old so here's mary with gray hair, and a mustache like bea arthur when she got old.



yessss.

this isn't as creepy as it might seem.

so I was just reading holly's blog and she was thinking of dying her hair blonde and cutting it short. I couldn't imagine it so I had to make it happen. I was going to put it on her comments, but it wouldn't let me. So here it is, and I approve!

hey number 290!

I should throw a party for 300. I don't know how that would happen but it's going to.

so it's 2:33am. I have to write this stupid paper. Stupid spring rendering me unable to get any work done.

i've still got 12 hours to write it. That's like 4 hours per page. awesome especially considering if I sat down seriously to write it it would probably only take a few minutes to write. oh the conundrum of procrastination.

so anyway. what did you do today? oh that's cool. so you're day didn't involve reading rue mcclanahan's autobiography? that's cool too. mine did. oh god.

today on marta I decided i should try to stop cussing. It's not that I cuss like a sailor or anything just a sprinkling of colorful language because I feel like sometimes a good "fuck" or "shit" really gets my point across. But I was listening to this girl and she had this terrible attitude and she was talking on her cell phone and she had her feet up on the seat next to her even though the train was nearly full and I just hated her. I couldn't help it, but then I realized I didn't hate her I really just felt sorry for her because she seemed so angry at the world and like she was putting on this whole tough girl act because she was so insecure. She just depressed me and I just wanted some butterfly tranisition to happen before my eyes. Instant poof from angsty marta rider to business woman in night school, but it didn't happen and that just makes me realize that I can't change people, which i already knew. I guess all you can do is use people as litmus tests to see what you need to change about yourself. This too seems like an obvious if not cliched idea, but I suppose I'll take it.

I think I'll become a member of the high. it's only $35 a year fee and it's so close to school it would be nice to go see some art on my lunch break this summer to make me rensent my major less. Because reducing the amount of resentment in my life is what I'm all about.

I'm also looking for an image to be my sort of visual mantra. There was this theologian and he had a print of the Isenheim altarpiece over his desk while he was writing because in the painting John the baptist is point to the cross and this he said is the job of the church to be leading people's attention to the cross. Now that's a visual mantra. It's just makes everything so much more accessible when an idea is addressed in visual terms. So that's my summer goal. tah-dah.

tomorrow's goal: write paper before 4 o'clock class.

but what do you call a french douche bag?

today my hair is soft and wispy like baby hair.

i really like it.

I had a really productive day. I finally cleaned my disgusting apartment. so that's good.

in french class my douchey professor was like (en francais!)In general what time do you wake up in the morning?

So I answer 10am. I actually wake up after 11 most days. And look I realize it's assholey, and I also realize that it's probably one of the few times in my life where I'll be able to wake up after 11 5 days a week. So I think I should take advantage of it. So anyway there's this huge gasp in the classroom. And I'm all fuck all ya'll I'm going home. So I went home. and then I cleaned like nobody's business.

Oh and the apartment people came and changed out all my light fixtures today and I'm in love with the one in the bathroom. It isn't exactly the style but more the ridiculous amount of light it produces. It's awesome, like my own personal store dressing room.

who loves the sun? EVERYONE

spring is in the air and I smell like a fake sun tan, and my skin isn't even orange!

At first I bought the stuff because my pale pale skin was starting to hurt people's eyes, and the lotion smelled like this doll I had when I was little, but now it just smells like a fake sun tan.

ok now read this. and by this i mean what's below this.

Ain't Nobody Telling Me What My Baby Allergic To