I'm falling..

I thought I wouldn't fall again.

But really, I should have known this would happen eventually.

Three weeks of pleasantry apparently was enough.

Evan Morrison.

IMMENSE RECAP: SCHOOL STARTED

Wow, so I haven't posted since I started school at the prestigious University of Texas at Austin, because some person was too dumb to figure out how to get around the utexas.edu blogger restriction. Hint: that person is me.

I'm finally back! Yay!

I have rowing tryouts tomorrow at 7am, but I have to wake up at 5:30 to catch the bus at 6:10. FML. I promise to write the recap of everything that has happened this past *almost* month.

Today, three significant things happened amongst all the other interesting things.

For one, I ate a whole stuffed individual Mangia Mia without feeling guilty.
Two, I baked brownies and actually ATE them.
Third, I met Tripp Grodon Williams. Really good friends with the Warnock twins and Mark Judice. WTF. Small world much?

Right now, I'm fucking tired so I'm going to go to bed now, maybe sleep, pop some energy shots tomorrow and get ready to show Coach King what a badass coxswain I can be.

Diet Problems!!!

I'm straying off my diet!!!!


This is a travesty in the making! I need to get my willpower back and start eating REAL vegan shit! Gahhhh!

I'm also moving in in under 2 days, and I'm really nervous about it. There's so much to think about; I didn't have time to mentally prepare myself (such a lie...I've had like 3 months of summer).

Needless to say, thank you summer of 2011 for being the best summer I've had since, well, ever :)

Defined: Faffing

Faffing.

The word that accurately describes the amount and type of work I have accomplished all day.

In fact, it's been absolutely wonderful. The only stress I feel is the fact that I can't eat as much as I want (because I'm a little fucking bored, but hey what else is new). I kind of like it. The thing is, is that there are a lot of other things I could've done in my spare time between when I went to BodyStep this morning at cleaning the fridge shelves.

1. Finish McCombs Leadership App.
2. Learn how to dance to Sweet Dreams
3. Clean my fucking room
4. Find things in the process
5. Finish that LSD book
6. Take a shower <<sorry, bad habit...I should take more more often.
7. CLEAN MY ROOM

I mean, I've already taken a nap today too. What else can I possibly faff around with -.-

Dear Miss Opal Dragonfly

So THIS is why I really hate HOL. You just find all these weirdos and creeps who are not in absolutely any way normal or would be able to fit in in a normal society OFF the internet.

You have your douchebags, your annoying know-it-alls, your little trolls...

But THEN you have those people who have no self-esteem in real life and have to go online to feel all hoity-toity about themselves because they aren't accepted in actual society with actual, living BREATHING people. They're shut out of social situations, they have trouble making real friends and then they feel like because others can't judge them on how weird they are (at first! oh at first!), they think they're all high and mighty and start walking around like they're queen of the world.

Then you have those people who take everything WAY way WAY WAY too seriously. Everything. EVERYfuckingTHING. Honestly people, we're all complete nerds. We're playing a fucking ROLE PLAYING game based on a book about freaking wizards and witches. We're fucking pretending we're fucking in Hogwarts and we fucking have to take these fucking classes.

HOL may be your life, but it sure as hell ain't mine because, honestly speaking, I have other things going on in my real life. And THAT, my friend, is why you have fucking no life and no friends and have to rely on hiding yourself behind a computer so you don't have to face fucking reality.

**EDIT: AND ONE MORE THING: I absolutely fucking HATE it when people online act like total bitches and it's totally a part of their personality that they're trying to hide behind sweet and cute little lines of texts because WE can't see their body language. BODY LANGUAGE. <<EDIT>> I have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm talking about here. I think I'm trying to say that I fucking hate it when people ARE bitches and you can tell through subtle connotations in their writing style that they ARE fucking bitches and have no life and are totally socially inept in real life and basically worthless idiots wasting our precious air and time and resources BUT they insist (absolutely INSIST) on trying to pretend that they're cute and all. Yeah right, like adding a little "*scurries away in a corner*" is going to fucking endear you to me. I know what cute is. I fucking exude the image OF fucking cuteness. Am I cute all the time? No. Do I pretend to be? Sometimes. Am I a bitch? YES. All the time? NO. And THAT acknowledgement, buddy ol' pal, is what marks the difference between a total fucktard like YOU and a someone like ME.

If you're a bitch, you're a bitch. Don't pretend to be something you're not. We may all have our inner bitch, but at least we're obvious and acknowledging our own shortcomings. It's when people like you try to hide your bitchiness and try to be fucking CUTE when you're abso-fucking-lutely NOT is what fucking ANNOYS THE HELL OUT OF ME.

Bite me. I dare you. Fucking motherfucking fucktard....

MOTHERFUCKER: Rain Bouncers, screw you~

I got kicked out of the club last night.


Yea you heard me! I got kicked out! Me! OMGGGJjka;sljdflaskdjfasd.

So I was dancing really "sensually" (quote Othon), and it was all fun and whatnot. I was having a blast being just a little buzzed from the vodka I threw back in the car, plus with a little nicotine buzz from some Spirits. We'd just gotten back from that fucking creepy-ass cemetery (the ouiji board didn't even work! I KNEW we had to touch that little triangle planchette), and I was ready to get down and dirty with some hot lesbian. Too bad Rain is actually a gay bar, meaning gay men. FML. Dubstep night, pole-dancing competitions, I was in love. This girl was like "You're so hot!" after I booty-danced with her for a bit, hehe but I think she was straight....FML. So then Othon, Troy and I smoked in the lounge/bar area for a bit and met this guy from Florida. I don't remember his name but it's not important because he just left and Othon didn't even get a chance to hit on him ~.~

Then while I was dancing, this straight dude (YEA I KNOW WTF!) came up to me, or shall I say behind me, and started grinding with me. He wasn't that bad, too ;) So we were grinding and I was doing my thing and then eventually he snuck in a kiss and I was like woahhhhhh there....I'm looking for a lesbian love, I don't need another guy. Turns out he was 24, still at UT for an Environmental Science major, was at the bar with his gay best friend Isador and knows Alex Hershey. I told him to guess my age and after guessing 22, 20, 19 and finally my age, he was like "I thought you were like 22 and you just forgot your ID because I saw those X's on your hands..." and I was like "Yeah..this is probably a complete turnoff for you." AND IT WAS. THOSE DAMN 24 YEAR OLDS. WHY DO THEY LIKE ME SO??!?!? The dude had a little diamond piercing in his right ear, which I totally liked but otherwise he's not my type :/

It was still depressing to have to leave the club with the bouncer. I told him he was OBVIOUSLY straight, that faggot.

So after learning that gay clubs are uber-protective of their alcohol (and a little admonishment from the outside bouncer for not following house rules even though he'd explained them to me before I entered *sheepish look*), I sat outside looking all cute and forlorn. All these people tried to argue to get me in but the bouncers were like no can do :/ There was this hot rastafarian looking guy with dreads, omg he was so exotic looking but probably gay. Anyways, finally this one dude let me use FB to get Othon's # to call him, and then Othon and Troy actually came out to get me. Thank god it was only an hour before closing, but I still felt SOO FUCKING BAD.

I punished myself by eating Jack-In-The-Box afterwards.

Then of course, the proper thing to do at 3 AM is to go find someone to buy weed from. So we went to the Pyramid and smoked from Troy's Volcano and got completely stoned. Like, who the fuck is Sandler Man? What's he doing on the road?

I also peed again on the side of the road.

Ego Boost of the Day: Guys yelling out "Hey, you look absolutely smoking in that terrific two piece of yours. Woooo!" and checking me out and shit. It was all good. ^props to those two guys though.

Rain: Round Two

I'm heading off to Rain, and this time I'm better prepared.

I've already stored all my shit in my brother's room so I'm good. Eric blatantly refused to let me sneak out of his window, the goodie two shoes. Nick still wants $5 in Nexon cash for window usage...lol.

As of right now, I am frustrated with the ability of people on HOL to type and/or write messages to other people. They give me nothing to work with and they're not even that interesting of people. My only similarity with these people is that at one point in time we read a Harry Potter book, and now we're nerdy enough to be playing a massive role-playing game about it. God.

I'm reading Contact by Carl Sagan right now. Good shit. <3

Gotta head out in about 25 mins to catch Rob :)