It's been over a year since my last posting... And frankly a lot has changed since then. I'm old now. I'm a real person now. I should be doing real person-y type things now. But I really don't want to. In theory, since I now live in Georgia and have no friends, I maybe should have time to update this damn thing. But let's be honest. I have less ability to do that then a sardine has of winning gold in a triathlon. However. I'm getting bored of Netflix. So I may take you with me, non readers, down my travels into reality and the southern states. Then again, maybe I won't reply for another year and a half.

6 AM. Again

Fun Fact:
AM and Again kinda almost rhyme.
Yeah, thats how painfully delirious I am.

But really, I'm not. I've decided that I'm basically just on Hawaii time, because secretly I want to move to Yap. Yup. Yap.

And despite my history with being able to instantly deal with the most epic jet lag (Japan/America? No. PA/IL, THERE'S a doozie) Frankly, I blame the combination of the odd noises my beautiful roommate is currently emitting, my sad lack of drive, general not-caring-about-classliness, college, and of course, The Drunk Passed Out People Who Threw Up All Over My Bathroom.

Maybe I'll get into that, but really, who knows where my deliriousness will lead to?!

Anyway, it would be loverly if there was some sort of insta-cure to becoming a real successful human being who went to sleep before 5 and woke up before 3. Especially since none of my classes are after 3.

If I was in the Olde Wilde Weste or something, I could probably just be able to purchase a cocaine and opium induced 'health serum' that would make be a functioning member of society. Washed down with some Good Olde Fashioned Moonshine, just like yo' mamma used to brew.

But no.

All I have is shitty tv and teddy geiger to deal with my insomnia.

Maybe I should try to make use of this time and study or something.
No... too many steps towards functioning human wouldn't be good for my constitution. I'd rather go the opium route.

And really, it doesn't matter. If I move to Yap, all I need are gigantic stone wheels and I'm a billionare. I can bring my fancy new age chisel and school all those bitches. much better.

Stalkalicious

Zis is a send back. I wrote it YEARS ago. And it made me laugh. So I'm moving it


Do you ever facebook stalk for a while, wonder who someone is and then take ten minutes to realise that you made out with them one cold winter night after downing 5 shots of smirnoff vodka and a half a bottle of baileys?

no?

just me then?

Then again, Joanna just mentioned deleting friends that you don't talk to, and here's why you don't do that. Step away from the defriend button. Do it. It's good for you.

1. When you have boring summers such as I do, looking through everyone's facebook pictures of people that you haven't seen or talked to in 4 years is a highly enjoyable experience.
It brings up fun topics like:
wow, glad I'm not that fat.
wow, She's a hoebag
wow, how did I crush on you
wow, you scare me lots
wow, why are you commenting on everything I ever do after meeting you once? please run with scissors.


2. If they find OUT that you deleted them, such as many of the wonderful people in the CA Graduating class ahead of me who i WANT to see what hoes they are and can't stalk because they defriended me and they would be really fun to stalk cus they probably have lots of bastard children, ugly men and stds!
3. It makes it seem like you have friends - cus you do. Literally.
4. Party ideas
5. Opportunity to rekindle good relationships - or avoid creepers.
such as, Heyy I remember you, you were a terrible kisser and you smelled like shrimp cocktail, runnn awaaaaay
6. They have such fun pictures that you can show off at any given moment to prove how psychotic people in the world are.

Then again...
When middle schoolers, whose HS graduating date is after my University graduating date add me on fb and i have never seen them before add me. Die. Bitches.

Bitches.

In Conclusion.
I heart facebook stalking. Although, truth be told, it can be unhealthy.

oh and ps, when some random whore that you've never heard before follows you on twitter and they're following 60,000 other people, but have one tweet and 20 followers... ALERTALERTALERT STRANGERDANGERSTRANGERDANGER

In the Beginning....

Again.

This is really a vicious, painfully sad circle for me, and I am going to attempt to manipulate it in a way that people might actually WANT to read it.

Hell, In my LAST blog, I didn't even want to read that drivel.

So.

I am currently enrolled in a course which is called something like Japanese Film and the New Media. Basically, we watch anime, talk about manga and hentai and you have no idea how weird some of those people are I swear. You think I'm kidding. No. I am not.

Anyway. I love Japan, like, girlieschoolgirlstalkercrush love japan. But. (and here's the fun part) Japan is weird. In SO many ways.


It just is. I think it's something to do with the tinytinytiny nation with lotttss of people. It's like reverse canada. (pronounced like reverse cowgirl. But with an aboot)Anyway. I think there's a delirious cabin fever type thing happening in some Japanese films
like the one I had to watch.

It was disturbing.

supremely.

I have also decided it's incredibly easy to create a pattern for an anime movie - in my limited experience of them. (meaning, 3 movies.)

1. Cute girl
2. Nerdy boy <3's cute girl
3. Cute girl is CRAZY
4. Every one turns into mythical beings with cat ears and wings and flies around in a magical world that somehow brings peril to the real world and errybody gots to fix it.
5. Inevitable defeat of the guy NOT wearing pink (this is important. If you get caught IN an anime, wear pink. You're gonna win.)
6. Cheesy yodeling in Japanese & credits.

I tell yah, I got a sure fire trillion yen enterprise going on here.
Soon as I can make Keitai dinglies for my movie.

Baller.

I'll get right on that and sell the rights to some of the weirdos in my class.

I hope that was A-OK for a revamped post. I kinda wanna bring back some of the good ones. Well. The ONE good one.

Hope somebody reads this....