36 days till departure!!!!

holy shit!
gogol bordello!!!
*freaks the fuck out*

im really really excited about spain.

finaly a bit of good news!!!
i got my student refund in for fall!
that means two things...
pay on the trip to spain,
and this

holy shit, im done with school for the next month!
im going dancing tonight, and im gonna get drunk!

i hate when drunk people try to have "superior" intellectual conversations.
just because i am at a party doesn't mean im drunk enough to buy the bullshit you are attempting to feed me.
just because you don't know me doesn't mean you can assume i am less intelligent than you.

i also hate when people (also drunk) try to tell me that the person who does my piercing is doing it wrong.
who the fuck died and made you body mod god, bitch?
oh, you work at a tattoo parlor!
no wait that doesn't make a damn bit of difference in how obnoxious your condescensions are!
every tat artist or piercer has their own set of ideas on how it should be done and after care, that doesn't mean
some are right and some are wrong, its just different.
say it with me now,
DIFFERENT
get it?
if you want to present me with reasons why you think some way is better than others, under some circumstances, thats fine, but until you get the picture that YOU ARE NOT ALWAYS RIGHT, and you DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING you can just sod off.

end rant

there was a scratching at the door.
slightly perturbed, OldWorld, left his gaming session to look outside.
"probably some of those damn kids" he grumbled to himself.
upon opening the door there was a flash of motion and he suddenly found himself at the mercy of a small feline.
his long-time comrade, church713, exclaimed something to the effect of "WHAT the FUCK was THAT!!"
Old World's faithful, loving, and complete sex fiend of a girlfriend heard the commotion from the far room of the apartment where she was diligently studying.
as she emerged from the bed room she was startled by a blur of motion; she promptly demanded an explanation of their Ultimate Dorkness-es.
they replied not, leaving in the silence a clue that there was an intruder in their humble abode.
dropping to a fighting stance, gypsy, let her eyes rove the edges of the room, not one inch of the freshly cleaned carpet avoided her intimidating gaze.
suddenly, the blur struck again!
blindsided, gypsy was forced back against a wall, a struggle for her very survival ensued.

part two to come.

i went to AKON this weekend to promote my boyfriend, OldWorlds table-top RPG ( Broken Doll Studios).

i got to see the SG booth while i was there, i got to see Selket, Illyria, Doxie, and Saint...there was another, but i cannot find her!!!

they were amazing, as expected!!!

AKON made me think of this:

i am going to be drunk or at least drinking ALL day tomorrow.
well, all the day after i get out of my amazing maymester dance workshop at 1

oh god its raining again! we are all going to DIE!!!!

on a lighter note, today one of my future professors made a racial remark about gypsies.
needless to say i gasped, and my two best friends' jaws dropped.
i told him "that was a racial faux pas" in a polite manner.
and then he tried to justify it..."no, you don't understand, they really are like that overseas!"

im sorry but if im offended by a racial remark, please don't attempt to explain that its not ME its just those OTHER people...with the same heritage.

im going to have to go in to talk to him about my special studies class in the fall, so im going to feel him out.
if he really is a racist bastard i may go to the department.