i'm a fiancée!

oh, alright. i did it. I. Did. It. i got engaged. not a fake high school-aged "engagement" without a ring, but with immature sex and horny love--but a slightly older engagement with lots of every kind of sex and even more horny love.

i've been taking pictures of my ring since the morning after it happened and i could still tear up when some of my college pals call me from the next state over to ask about proposal details. "ahhhhh!"

i'm not going to turn into one of those crazy marriage-minded bridezilla bitches. i CANNOT become more crazy than i already am; there just simply isn't any room.

catching up on all of my commenting now. thanks for all of the "aww"s and "congrat"s! gotta hurry up and party tonight!

ciao.

you could be my best friend if:

you actually have a favorite author [who writes "capital L" literature]
your cat is higher on the social ladder than you [how can it NOT be, actually?]
you could honestly live without a television and not feel as if you have lost a limb
you catch yourself frowning and/or drooling at male strangers for some vague reason that you can't quite put your finger on
your dreams indicate that something is severely wrong. period.
you have very little common sense
glaring grammar fuckeries kill you a little on the inside
you can be difficult to be around because it's your choice
you're grown-as-fuck and still manage to ruin a pair of drawers during your lady days.
you're a beautiful person but your looks have way lower priority than nurturing your mind. 

so tickled pink and just tickled!

• i'm getting all of the "inseparable" moments i want with my boyfriend. i go to most of his performances. his family adores me. i almost killed his sister and cousin on the way out to a blues club. the family babies all play with me and make me polish their toenails and read books to them [i should start charging]. 


• my parents are bitching me out like they used to do when i lived here. i managed to call my little brother an "asshole" at the top of my lungs  before breakfast today. my accent is back. i'm re-learning directions and learning new ones that i should have always had in the back of my head.


• there are little bad-ass kittens to raise. Sons of Anarchy returns soon. my period is over... i could explode with bliss.


• and me and Andy are on a bet / game in which we abstain from sex [and i'm talking any type of nookie] for an entire week. four more days to go. i feel like that Ramones song: "24 hours to go, I wanna be sedated..." the man was in such a foul mood yesterday... wonder why. haha!! i love it when he can barely keep his hands off of me hunts me down on the bed [or floor or car backseat or against the side of the house] out of unchecked lust. the longer our "fast" lasts, the more intense things will be when it's over. YES! i hope that i survive any encounter after these next four days. i'll check back in ;)
  

quotes [and happy summer]!

i'm not going to have time to really, formally blog again until after this week. so everyone have a great start of summer! i know that I'M going to :)

and i leave you with these cutsie things i picked up from photobucket:

the end and i feel fine [because it's BS]

i'm not allowing you to comment because i'm not around to comment lately. studying is taking over my life, although i made some time to get my hair untangled and clean. i'm at our Science majors' library waiting on my sexy Libran girlfriend to get here. isn't she adorable? i blame it all on her new lip piercing--and she pretty much bums me all of the Camels i want [most of the time]. gotta love Finals.
okay, i'm not dating her. Andy is still my only one. she's just one of the few women who aren't sickening to be around. gotta be because we're both of Venus. her middle name is my first name. she likes the same sorority i do. our birthdays are days apart. we love the same cigs [when we haven't quit]. she gets on my damned nerves.

and if anyone is scared about 2012, get over it: you will see the day ofter Doomsday. The Rapture won't happen because too many people are expecting it. the planet will stay in orbit. it has done so on every 12/21 since the beginning of Time. it has been made certain to me that this day will be nothing to worry about, but it will be weird!

i was pretty antsy about this at one time--i was one of those people in my teens scared off of my ass on the 2000 new year. i was expecting Jesus to break through the ceiling and take me away from the MTV countdown. it hasn't happened yet. it hasn't happened during any of the hundreds of other Doomsday prophecies. it won't happen 12/21/2012 [unless Palin is elected say some funny people].

lighten up. wish me luck on my exams. listen to old Sugar Ray singles. paint your toenails. paint my toenails. pay for prescription of BC. get ready for summer!

thanks!

i'm back and i DO feel so much better! thanks for all of the encouragement! i needed it badly and soon i'll get back to being so overly optimistic [is there a such thing?] that i'll have to encourage each of my readers everyday. how does that sound?

my break was fab. ate a helluva lot. i needed to desperately because all of my jeans are falling off of my booty. gotta ask Santa for some tush for Xmas. not even a dog wants just a bone!

stayed home an extra day. successfully lied to my parents about it, although they wouldn't have really cared. Andy's father saw us sneaking out of the house early this morning when he had no previous idea that i had even spent the night. oops. i'm positive that his parents are aware of the nature of our relationship, but who wants to acknowledge the evidences until a ring is involved? now Andy has to deal with the coming confrontation while i'm back in my apartment conditioning my hair! hee hee! poor Baby of mine! it's like high school again..

anyway, i'm crying at wedding photos and craving grilled chicken salad. i need to finish off my fuzzy head before a meeting tonight. i might be going Greek! how about that!

btw, isn't Tori Amos a goddess?

be brilliant and beautiful! ciao.

how else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

i feel my depression taking a downward turn. i don't have motivation to blog or comment these days--sorry. not to mention, i've got a couple of exams to study for. i can't stay in a chipper mood all of the time! i need some space and time. i need my new book and tangible comfort. i need my family, my doctor, and my boyfriend [and maybe a new PS2 game]. hopefully Easter Break will be filled with this for me. it's about time for me to slow down and experience life. it's about time that somebody serenaded me and then did other stuff to me. i feel really awful, and i hate myself for getting like this. depression is a real issue and it should be managed. silly me for not taking care of myself! have a great week and i'll return all better very soon!

my feel good revolution

this is what i'm currently and violently thankful for:

• my Wonder Woman mother
• my grandmother who reminds me of how great a tool prayer really is. i admire her for being able to just give me a scripture to read off of the top of her head.
• cheap used PS2 games and year-long warranties at GameStop
• peppermint tea
• Acetaminophen
• freshly shaved and sugar-scrubbed legs
• groceries [peppermint tea]!
• Kareah presently being with my ex "fiancé" Larry and having his baby. and while i'm at it, i'm pretty thankful for all of the rotten things his family and friend-turned-baby's mother put me through (like his big sister trying to kick my ass). this was not the life for me! the cancer has rudely been cut out, but it's out. i didn't need any of that obviously.
• having some campus cop randomly flirt with me and tell me that i look good
• good books and my friends who love them almost as much as i do
• the hope that comes with tomorrow
• THRIFT STORES!
• Pita Pit
• my fiddling manfriend whom i think hung the moon and makes magic with his eyes
• wet dreams starring comic book characters and the like that i get after i've been drinking
• Tori Amos' music touching my soul. that woman transcends so much.
• my family [living and not passed] which gets so much of my intense, hard love
• never being able to tell someone how much i truly love them because words can't encompass such. it gives me something to always aim for when i see them.
• eyeliner

some feminism.

entertain me if you're brave enough.

1. why don't more men take their wives' last name when they marry? why do so many people find it necessary to take the other person's last name anyway? i'm almost certain that i'll keep mine. maybe.
2. why is a woman's issue, such as fertility control facing such a reduction of rights at the legislation of men? they don't even have ovaries, but they can tell me what to do with my body. i call bullshit. as special as our bodies are, we should have special allowances. we shouldn't be punished for being great! c'mon Constitution! women are people too! ladies, "We shall overcome!"
   
3. WalMart won't sell PlanB. thanks guys!
   
4. there is a huge birth control price hike going on. this is counterproductive.
   
5. lots [way too many] states have unconstitutional holds on abortion access. many of the state legislators are men. i wish dumb folks like the governor from my home state could temporarily be disenfranchised when it comes to things like this. his backwater, redneck, tobacco dipping ass.. men like him make me want to cry.
6. sex toys can't be sold in my home state?!! as extremely hard as it is for a lady to reach orgasm through sex, now she can't even get pleasure from herself? but strip clubs are okay. and crimes like sexual harassment, domestic violence, and rape aren't punished harshly enough if you ask me. women have become the prisoners and slaves of their own society.
   
7. men have a defunct genome, but they're superior enough to rule over themselves and women since when? seriously guys: be sensitive to a woman's issue or don't vote. go jump off of a bridge. all in favor of a female monarch after Obama finishes being sexy in office say "Aye!"
   
8. Dead Men Don't Rape. men=monsters. sounds very radical and hateful. they aren't my exact sentiment. BUT they have some disgusting basis. sad to admit it. how many men do you know carry pepper spray with them at night?
   
9. wait a minute. you want me to to get a chemical burn to make sure that my legs are hairless. you want me to wear bras, impractical little heels, and face paint [because i don't look good enough]. i have to suck in my stomach, douche my vagina full of poison because you can't handle the way a real woman smells, cover up my body because you can't keep your eyes in your head... sounds like the other sex has a bit more of a problem with ladies do than we do with ourselves. almost sounds like society hates us. it's their problem. they should date men. or fuck dolls. when did feminine become synonymous to impractical? why oh why?
10. my period doesn't make me unclean or scary. it's the most beautiful thing that my body can do. i don't need to douse myself in perfume and limit my activity because the world is afraid of the wonderful thing that my body does. i am the instrument of Creation [only when i choose to be]!
11. i'm lesbian because i'm making sense to you? where is your logic, dude?! actually i might go lesbian because idiots like you make me actually want to date another being as out-of-it's-mind as me. hell, we can share shoes.
12. stop saying "chicks, cougars, creatures, sweetheart, cunts, etc" stop naming your instruments and cars after women. stop naming hurricanes and tropical storms and such women's names. stop it right now.
    

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Go do this now
i know i'm pretty radical. it's my job, or nearly is. i can't wait to be the greatest gynecologist, most vocal woman's rights activist, president of my state's chapter of NOW, author of several books, etc.. but you don't have to be. leave the hard stuff up to the professionals! here is what you can do:

1. go to Planned Parenthood website and see what you can do to support progress in your area. don't have a facility in your state? there's your need for progress right there!
2. go to the NARAL website and see how woman friendly your state rates up. it can't be any more disgusting than my own.. my History teacher gave me that website in high school after i emailed out a petition against the governor's action and mailed him a letter! i love ladies with sense! so cool! i still got a C in her class...
3. go to the NOW website. i love them and they're always looking for support AND they'll mail you some really sweet stickers for your car!
4. go watch the Vagina Monologues. seriously!
5. Rihanna [or however you spell this misguided girl's name] is crazy. this website is not.
6. go to Bust.com! have fun!
   
7. dress as Wonder Woman or Poison Ivy! they're hot ladies, they're strong, and they don't let a man tell them what to do! who would dare?!
   

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i am NOT a man-hating [or Republican-hating], natural-smelling, bitter, cat owning, PMSing, boot-wearing lesbian person. sorry if i seemed so. don't let me scare you off. i actually love men. i generally want to put things up their asses for my pleasure. many men are wonderful. my brothers, my uncles, my boyfriend and his dad and brothers are all beautiful men. men do so much for me, for this country. they are heroes at war. they are protectors, they are single parents. they are amazing lovers. they can be the most polite gentlemen and some of the most intelligent people i'll ever know, unless they happen to be the governor of a very damned, very Red, very backwards state. some of the raddest feminists are men and i thank them for their support. i do not believe that women are superior [even if we are pretty rad]. i support equal relations and respect among all human beings, no matter what gender or sex that they identify with. if you want to take issue with something i've posted, go ahead. it's healthy and i might have been a bit violent and obsessive. i just want everyone to recognize how amazing ladies are! i'll admit it--i'm not perfect! only very nearly so.

and then, of course, my Libra senses tell me to equally rant against the stupid, useless, disgusting women blighting the face of the earth. but that is another post that i will have just as much fun with.


YUCK, right?! thx, here.

why don't you live?

my advice to you:

• count to discover if your menstrual cycle is exactly 28 days long or not. mine is!
• paint your nails a garish red.
• next time you get sick, take an effective dosage of grape-flavored kiddie Tylenol instead of  an adult medicine.
• turn one of your zits into a mole with an eyeliner.
• close your door and play some good, ole 90s grunge rock very softly.
• shave your legs with a very sharp razor and go to bed with brand new sheets.
• make coffee at midnight.
• quote poets and writers in your Tweets.
• wear lavender mascara and count how many special people notice.
• greet a beautiful person in French.
• quit smoking!
• wear your hair in a beehive or bouffant.
• drink more water [through a pink straw].
• learn a song by the Jive Bombers and sing it in your idle time.
• tell yourself to not give a shit what people think and then really don't.
• go to bed in nothing but your favorite perfume and some lipstick.
• take a bunch of vanity shots of yourself smiling [even if you have a crappy camera] because no one else is as unique and as fabulous as you are at this moment and the world needs proof. bonus points if you link a photo in a comment!
• talk to yourself more often and call yourself Baby. you should always be your own significant other first.
• wear one of your best friend's clothing items.
• wake up and tell yourself that something good will happen to you that day. it will, i promise! try it.
• go forth and be "violently happy."

him either grabbing my boobs or telling a bad joke.

things i fucking hate thursday!

it's Thursday and i should be busy loving things, but i have a stronger urge to wax on some things that have earned my HATE.

1. attention whores, name-brand bitches, vapid sluts--MANY girls today
   
2. misogynists who disguise themselves behind religion and the absurd belief that such notions are "cool" and are too fucking stupid/disgusting to realize it--AND the women who aren't absolutely enraged by it
   
3. women who play dumb/weak/the victim just because they are women--act like you deserve respect and you might just get some! c'mon, ladies.. we've come a long way, baby!
4. mornings and having to be up early. it's unnatural!
   
5. emulation to the point of suffering an identity complex
6. folks so painfully unaware of their personality disorder[s] that they put others in an equal pain
7. insomnia. heh. maybe i should cry in between Bob's sweating bitch tits that hang enormous the way you think of God's as big..
8. ignorant Southern Baptists giving everyone the "amen enema" while evading some truths [like the two Creation stories and the racists and the sexists] like a clam and actually causing more atheism. good job. really.
9. FX not returning with Rescue Me and Sons of Anarchy soon enough!
10. having dreams in which i know that i'm dreaming and overworking my brain wake myself up unconsciously until it transfers over into a physical sense! weird!
    

i'm done. i'm blaming it on my sinuses. the weather is changing too fast too often and i can't get well. so, what would a similar list of yours have?

tag!

all of you bitches who tagged me better effing read this or i will come visit you and make you eat something that i cooked.
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1.Each blogger must post these rules first.
2.Each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
3.Blogger that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their 8 things.
4.At the end of your blog,you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.
5.Don't forget to leave them a comment, telling them that they've been tagged and to read your blog.
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1) i start to sneeze when i get really aroused. honestly. weird, i know. if my door is locked and you hear me sneezing, just come back in 15 minutes because i'm more than likely busy.
2) my mom is sick and it breaks my heart that someone so good has to suffer. it makes me feel helpless and scared for myself. and then she calls me and jokes about me being a clueless skank and it's all better.
3) i have two cigarette burns: one on either hand.
4) i'm such a tense person that my shoulders are frozen in an "up" position. i have to pause and make myself relax them.
5) i don't think that i've ever been this happy [which is way sad in itself], but it pisses me off because i don't want it to be due to some man, no matter how wonderful he is.
6) i like cats more than most people. yes, even you.
7) i'm actually so smart that i have no common sense. i have no idea what directions are. i put my shoes on the wrong feet. i can't cook without giving someone food poisoning. i can't even remember to eat enough times a day to not feel faint and awful.
8) when i consider my past, i smile SO BIG. i get sad sometimes, but my life isn't sad, as in pathetic and hilarious! and i've just concluded: i don't have lots of friends because cheap folks don't flock to me to make their own lives feel more substantial. they can't because it doesn't work; i actually deserve respect. "friendship" is often synonymous to one person [the one who believes in the friendship] being a fool.

i'm not a dummy like that! i just don't know where i'm going when i get in my car!
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and i'm not tagging folks because some of you already have been tagged multiple times like myself. let's just simplify it: whoever hasn't had a turn, it's your turn now. tag! you're it, bitch!

musics!

look at my boy man! this is him on the fiddle, or violin, or whatever you decide to call it. you should hear him play blues bass guitar or sing!.. swoon. he's my celebrity. established and NOT high. oh and the shit actually sounds good. [that was an immature low blow, but i'm done now. sorry, i can't help it. i don't feel good; my stomach is sick.] and commenting is turned off because i'm just bragging about being the luckiest girl! i apologize. i'll find something substantial to post with when i'm not about to leave for my study group.

ciao!

edited later this day @ 7:43 PM

be the change, now change your sheets!

how exciting was yesterday?! even if we all can't agree on politics [which i love], you have to agree that the President's speech just gave you little butterflies of [i can't find a better word] Hope all in your belly, if you cared to listen to it. it was relieving and gave me good feelings all day. not to mention, i imagined how hungover my boyfriend was in D.C. that day, which made me laugh. what did yesterday do to you? i've already read some posts, but surely there's more. did you cry? did you care? did you drink too much and walk around in D.C. hungover before your performance like someone's man?

i have a cold. don't ask me how i went from recovering from my fever to catching a cold. my roomie just had a fever, so now i'm dousing the apartment in Lysol. i fell asleep one night with my vibrator running and woke up--and it still was on! i could have burned my clitoris off! what would my doctor have said?

and this is funny. absolutely funny:
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Heavily Tripping

Andy tripped along rapturously. He was on his way to meet his lover, Cherry, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a clown hopping along, carrying a box of wine in its mouth.

Andy was almost by the balls when he came across a horny cake, lying alone on a soap-scented plate. "That must be a treat from my peppery bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked chunky, so he ate it.

It gave him the most with abandon tingling sensation in his ass. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Cherry.
When Cherry came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Andy cried covertly.
"Your collar bone! And your inside of the elbow!" Cherry said. "They're intense! Can't you feel it?"
Andy felt his collar bone and his inside of the elbow. They were indeed quite intense. "Oh, no!" Andy said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that horny cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Cherry said. "I got you a coffee mug. It must have been that vagina-oriented man who lives nearby. He acts a little morbidly, ever since he pat a hair pin."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Andy sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Cherry said speedily, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your collar bone is really luminous like that."
"Really?" Andy dried her tears. Andy kissed Cherry and it was an entirely green sensation, like rats in a cornfield.

They spent the night having entirely green sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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and before you ask: NO, i'm not any crazier than usual. i went here to create this drabble! it's fun!

and pictures! The Slut Hut! or my apartment. still decorating and organizing.

i'm better and back, bitches!

my fever burning behind the eyes is gone. it was replaced by a cold last night. but i took what i'm almost certain was a sinus pill, and i'm A-OK today. i'm loving my new place. i feel all snooty and grown-up. it's a gated apartment complex and i have a fancy parking decal and a mailbox! i've got an address! part of the city now, and not just the school! me and T [my only roomie and also my besite which is very convenient] have decorated really cutely and trashed the place each weekend for "hanging out" with our friends who don't have a place suitable for entertaining like ours. there's a growing little chain of liquor bottles at the top of our cabinets like a trophy case. we have a Netflix subscription and have been watching season-after-season of SATC. i baked a cake in our new full kitchen with new appliances and marble counters. it's edible; i tried it!

school is back in full swing and all of my classes are depressing. my economics professor ends each class with a note about melting glaciers in 40 years. it makes me not want to have children and commit suicide before things get worse.

my man left for the Inauguration this morning. i'm proud of him and his school's orchestra: they get to play for the Chief Executive! here's a little note he left me this morning:

I am getting more excited about our trip the closer it gets. We got an unexpected check from the Alumni Association for our concert this morning. We will get to use the money for spending cash. I will now be able to afford to go to the official inaugural ball. We sounded great at rehearsal tonight. I am super excited. I may not have access to the internet while I'm up there. I will call you. I am looking forward to valentine's day. We will have to come up with a plan for something to do. I miss you and love you. I will call you when I get into the hotel tomorrow night. and I was joking about the cake. I'm proud of you. I'm sure it was amazing or at least edible.

aww, right?

and here's more positiveness when i really appreciate it these days:

• a clean apartment
• my new vibrator
• my man telling me that he feels like i'm the woman that he's supposed to be with!
• cheap, cute clothes to make me feel pretty
• my real hair which is way down my back now thanks to the weaving
• coffee that i made myself and the feeling of that five dollars still in my pockets
• Radiohead
• vintage hairdos that do not go out of style
• Hope. Change. Woman Love & Activism (yes, i'm a BIG one of those F-words!!!)

ciao!

what my vagina has to do with Xmas.

i. hate. finals. week.

happy stuff please:

well, for those who have not seen the Twitter update, i now have the boy [and a parking ticket]. we said it on Facebook, so it's SO serious, ha. he's really old-school charming and blah blah blah. we're supposedly going camping for vacation among other things and he reassured me of my safety from bears, hobo homicidal maniacs, AND Godzilla. i'm not used to all of his appropriateness [i'm waiting to figure out what's wrong with him]. but apparently, not treating a lady like a lady is just not his style, and i honestly can't ask for anything more right now. i canNOT wait until he can bend me over the table to teach me how to play pool. seriously. i suck at pool and there's no other way to lean. well, lucky me!

i got the apartment off campus that i wanted. my only roommate is my best girlfriend [score! i wouldn't have any other way]. it's a big, luxury 2 bed and 2 bath with washing/drying units inside. so i finally have the new, big girl place that i've been wanting. now who's going to move all of me and T's furniture all the way there? i'm going to take pics of our moving day. is there a such thing as too much pink stuff and red velvet when it comes to decorating? and everyone is invited to the house warming celebration: bring wine because we can never have enough!

here is my Xmas list:

• Ville Valo on toast
• my boyfriend [woah it's been a while since i could type that] on toast
• more than 24 hours in my days so more things can get done
• some specific civil rights  and due social respect for women
• a filled prescription for my antidepressants and birth control, woo!
• the new Prince of Persia game for PS3 and Mortal Kombat vs DC Universe
• an OhMiBod musical vibrator sex toy; feel the music seriously!
• new mineral makeup and some thrift store clothes
• Denis Leary
• to be around my family and enjoy loving those crazy fuckers

a lot of my list is vagina-related this year. hmm..

i ripped a survey!

everyone else is doing has done it. seriously. my turn!

1. Choose a band / artist and answer ONLY in titles of their songs:
Placebo

2. Are you male or female:
Lady of the Flowers

3. Describe yourself:
Slackerbitch

4. How do some people feel about you:
Meds

5. How do you feel about yourself:
Where Is My Mind

6. Describe your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend:
Hang On To Your I.Q.

7. Describe your imaginary boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse:
Without You I'm Nothing

8. Describe where you want to be:
Peeping Tom


9. Describe how you live:
Follow The Cops Back Home


10. Describe how you love:
UNEEDMEMORETHANINEEDU


11. What would you ask for if you had just one wish:
The Crawl


12. Share a few words of Wisdom:
Follow The Cops Back Home


13. Now say goodbye:
Bitter End

who's left? it's your turn now. ciao!

TiLT

and go visit Gala @ iCiNG! she's a doll. i can't keep her wonderful webspace to myself forever. this is my first TiLT [things i love thursday]! here i go!
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•Google Reader, which lets me subscribe to all of my favorite RSS updated websites from one place [blogs, twitters, campus and world news, literature assignments]. Googleverse in general because it's so dynamic and efficient! hel-lo!
•freshly manicured claws, er nails. double points for red paint!
•actually having time to experience breakfast incarnate as waffles!!!! WAFFLES!!!
being an ex-smoker, duh.
•flirting with beautiful [but socially inept] nerds.
realizing that eliminating a space for negativity in my life is quite beneficial to the whole progress thing, afterall. who woulda thunk?
•The South-a woman was killed in LA after deciding that the Klan was not the place for her and attempting to escape.
•meeting up with my platonic girlfriend over her apartment to watch Tommy Gavin Denis Leary Rescue Me while we "study."
•my job which gives me an excuse to wear hot office wear from the thrift store while i read Anne Rice or do homework!
•did i say something about hot nerds already? what about nerds who are 6'3 of lean muscle. oh, same thing!
•watching Fight Club for what seems like the sixth time in a month thanks to G4.
•YouTube playlists to listen to while i get ready for in the mornings! yesterday i got dressed and applied makeup to H. I. M., Joy Division [the Donnie Darko Halloween party song], Billy Idol, and the Danzig. badass!
•uh, my face? :D

picture perfect.

i stole this idea from Bryanna! not my creativity, here; it belongs to her. this is my "picture perfect" life. beware: it might be too weird to love!

my lover would be either Lestat de Lioncourt or Ville Valo of H. I. M. ha, MRoS! Lestat is my vampire lover. he's about 250 years old from L'Auvergne France and he's such a gorgeous Brat Prince. i often quote him. Lestat is the self proclaimed "Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles--the canker in the heart of the rose," or something like that [i'm relying on memory, here]. Ville is also very pretty to look at, but he smokes so i might relapse :( i don't know: there's just something about those stunning, light eyes and his angelic voice. i want to lick his tattoos!

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yeah, Tom Cruise as the most blasphemous vampire created.
 

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Ville Valo is so hot. go YouTube "Sacrament" by H. I. M.

this would be the place of my wedding--the French Quarter! i want a bilingual ceremony at some antiquated venue, thankyouverymuch. then there would be a lovely reception maybe at Le Pavilion hotel, or Saint Louis Cemetary #1.

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this would be the style of my home. very vintage french chic. i like baroque and romantic things. i want a spacious house in Paris with reminders of old glamour and weird bathrooms. the inside will be geeked out with antique posters and manga. i'll play Charles Aznavour and Frank Sinatra all day.

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this is a scene from the movie The Dreamers, which was a lovely mind fuck.

this would be my appearance. i like the burlesque look of the golden age; it's timeless and sexy! i'm going to be a future red-headed or blonde wench who looks like a flapper or a girl from the 40s! oh, la la! i'm already well-practiced at the fake beauty marks and overdone makeup!

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this is Jessica Rabbit, Rodger Rabbit's wife

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these are some burlesque performers. i don't know their names!

so, in a nutshell:

i want a gorgeous and brooding lover. i want the lifestyle of a francophile sensualist. i want to look like Betty Grable or Joséphine Baker while i waltz around being a fabulous and bilingual physician.

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alright, c'est votre tour! it's your turn!

babe, you can't capture this.

nah, babe don't try. not even with a camera.

my H'ween pwned all. there was a guy dressed as what i thought was a car crash victim, but he was indeed the Stock Market. there were plenty of political figures [one Obama had devil horns] and Ledger!Jokers as predictable. campus was crazy. just imagine hundreds of freakily-dressed young adults coming out the library, grabbing food from the cafe, waving bye to their professors with Jason masks on.

i froze my booty off. my pirate costume was an experiment to discover how naked i could get without getting pneumonia in my butthole. it worked and i'm alive to blog about it. i thought it was cute and so did several other people [guys and girls]. you can only get away with this stuff one night out of the year, folks, and i'm a professional. careful, it burns to the touch.

the parties were especially enjoyable. it resembled intense raving because this is not only Halloween weekend but Homecoming weekend as well. i don't even remember what bands were playing because they all had on masks and wigs.. one guy dressed as a crackhead tried to get me to sniff his powdery-coated hand when i asked for a beer. it was suspicious, but turns out it was just Altoids. you can't blame my apprehensiveness;  i can't afford a roofie accident before my Organic test! 

i got pictures with some slick-dressed special ones. i will link the photo albumn. i can't remember who all i kissed. i took some drags off of some poor girl's cigarette. when i forgot that it belonged to her and not me and started to walk away, she ran after me in her soldier's costume and asked for it back. that's a smoker for you. they'll hunt you down to puff at the filter.

quotes of the night:

"yeah, she danced with him and i stood there awkwardly with Hilary Clinton."

"aww, we should have taken more pictures with that crackhead!"

"hey let's take a picture! can you strangle me a little bit?!"

and what was your night like? please please please link any albumns, photos that you have. have any crazy stories for me? a secret?  watch any lovely movies that i should see? kiss a cute boy or girl? i seriously want to know because H'ween is my favorite holiday and autumn is my favorite time of year. make my day.

this is my insanity from this time of year: 

Let's do the Time Warp Again!

ciao, mes chers.

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and i'm making this a two-fold post, darlings. this is the selfish MemeMeme part. i just have to say that i am in love with myself; this is the romance of my lifetime. and i'm lucky that other people in my life can love me, as well. i don't have to pretend to be someone else for any reason and no one else can be quite exactly me [not that they should want that anyway]. i don't have any babies [headaches /possible heartaches / stretch marks] to split my time and expenses on. i don't have the insecurity that i used to have, and i don't spend all of my time talking about other people who shouldn't be important to me anymore now that i'm a big girl who should have an established life elsewhere and independent of immature bullshit. i've really grown up. there is no reason why this lady needs to obsess and to be possessed by a bunch of shtuff in her past when life is pulling her a new direction! anything less would just be sad. i just pulled an A on my Cell Bio exam. my professor shook my hand at our meeting and can write a recommendation for me. my family is strong and behind me 100 percent. they would never leave alone, abandon me just because i'm an adult, or kick me out of the house. i have other worthy people in my corner, Team Cherry, who can support me at my bad times. i have God [yeah, i said it]. i have denis leary to masturbate over tonight! i'm such a favored girly these days! 

and this isn't even an ounce sarcastic! i haven't seen this clearly in a while and i'll tell you that it has to do a lot with spirituality and God, if you care for such stuff. i feel extra lucky and fabulous. everything that i'm touching is turning into gold and the Hell that tried to hold me back is now my pink feather and lace-adorned footstool. 

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