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I'm UPDATING!!!

I started my first semester at University as a journalism major, and suffice to say, it's not my fav thing ever. I would like to talk to an advisor about switching over to another aspect of communications, perhaps somehting more along the lines of smaller, more individualised focus in class, rather than the booming prospect of mass communications. Frankly, I've already sold my soul to the devil and compacting that by manipulating the sights and sounds 300million+ are exposed to in forming an opinion about the society they live in really sort of makes my skin crawl.... or it could just be that I'm lonely on campus and have only a few friends that I talk to when I ride the bus in the morning and in the afternoon. Anypoodle...

Since the start of school, I had my philtrum pierced and I had a WWII style bomb tattooed on my hip. She's mean, green, and has a wee pink bow atop her. My friend has a matching tattoo, although his is adorned with different colors, rivets and accuracy things, like his is tougher than mine or something. I'll tell you what, that's just not true. I could kick your ass just as well as the next guy and I'll do it right after I've drank my morning cup or turpentine. ( I don't actually drink the stuff, but I'm tough and could if I wanted to )

I'm still working at a sign shop making wee signs for car windows. The general public makes me sick. No one washes their hands, everyone spits when they talk and just because I have a part time job doesn't make me an idiot, but people feel validated in talking to me like I am one. However, I'm not exactly the silent type and I've been sat down a few times and told that my colorful language is not helping business any, hahahaha. "They deserved it", i'll protest, "I feel validated in talking down to people who talk down to me". Just because I work in customer service doesn't mean I'm going to be nice to you no matter what. You're fuckin with the wrong broad if you're going to believe that mess.

I've been seeking a Cupcake replacement, not that I could ever replace Cupcake and I'm not saying I ever will, but I loved him and he loved me and it was cute. Apparently all anyone wants to do is fuck and I guess my apathetic attitude gives way to the belief that I don't have feelings. Well, I do have feelings and you've stomped all over them for much too long, therefore, I wish you'd die. The only person I feel that isn't wasting my time is probably the best girl friend I've ever had and I don't want to piss that away over something as silly as fucking.

I <3 the Bikini Lounge. It's the very best bar ever. Ever ever ever ever

I'll try and get some pictures, but hey, at least I updated for the first in weeks, so kiss this and continue to be patient.

Remember that time that emo kid tried to put the moves on me and I said no, so he turned around, talked shit about me and took me off his friends list? i wish you'd die, emo kid. Die die die.