When you’ve been BFF’s with someone for years, then have an illicit relationship with them and then end up living together, how do you decide when your anniversary is?
Do you base it on when SHE realized that she loved you?
Or, when YOU realized that you loved her?
Or is it when you told her that you loved her?
Or maybe it was the first time you kissed?
Or when you told your friends you were ‘together’? But which friend was the first one to know?
But, what about all the friends who ‘knew’ before you did? Do you take that into consideration?
Or is it when you told your blog?
Either way, it has been an amazing, difficult, exciting, challenging, enlightening, fantastic , +/- year!
On my way between classes this morning, I discovered that it’s an exciting week on campus.
In my attempt for a free t-shirt that I’d never wear outside of my bedroom, I walked around to talk to the different booths of people who were there to
ask my advice educate me about sex.
Every table had a sticker, and I had to get four stickers in order to score a shirt. The first table had sexy toys. They were offering lube and condoms.
“NO thanks, I don’t need condoms.”
Next table was the peer counselors. They were a lovely group of ladies who remembered me from another campus event where I talked to them for awhile about their jobs. Next to the crisis hotline pens was a basket of jimmy hats.
“NO thanks, I don’t have any use for condoms.”
The third table I stopped at was for the Vagina Monologues. There will be a performance here in the spring. Since I like vaginas, I decided to sign up on their email list to find out how I can be a part of it.
Last stop was the Rainbow Terps table. After talking to the adorable homosexual boy at the table, I decided to go to Queer Lunch tomorrow to check out their extensive library and meet some other gays on campus. Guess what else he offered me? CONDOMS!!!!
“NO thanks, I don’t USE condoms.”
The guy standing next to me at the table got it. We shared a moment.
I stood in line only to not get a t-shirt because they ran out of them. But I did get a fact sheet that only reinforces to me the importance of lots of sex. Especially while I’m a college student.
I hate smelling other people’s food. I especially hate smelling other people’s food if they are eating something disgusting. Like hot dogs.
Just thought you would like to know.
- long discussions about our feelings
- the same conversation over and over and over again
- skid marks
- shower graffiti
I have procrastinated long enough. I must study now.
Work and school and school and work and kids and school and work and kids and on and on and on and on.
It has been busy around here. Weird. Being a full-time college student and full-time retail worker with children doesn’t leave a lot of time to blog. Like now, I should be studying for an exam tomorrow. But I am taking a break because I just finished a quiz and got 18/20 on it. Not bad, eh?
Do you mofos know what I’m going to college for? I don’t know if I told you. Maybe I did, but I don’t want to look back at the previous posts so I’ll tell you again. Kinesiology. Don’t know what that is? Perhaps you should look it up.
I am having such a good time doing college. On one hand, I wish I had done this 20 years ago when I was 18. I’m amazed at all there is to do at Maryland. So far, the professors are excellent, the staff are awesome, and I have more support than I know what to do with. It seems almost impossible NOT to do well.
ON THE OTHER HAND, I’m 99.896% positive that I would probably be like the other 96.873% of my classmates and not:
- show up
- be on time
- participate in discussions
- be on task in class
- read the required material before class
- watch required videos
- do required assignments
- listen to professor
Instead, I do those things. I’m the nerd in front of class knitting, taking notes, answering questions, and ASKING questions. I’m getting the most out of this whole college thing and it’s fucking exciting!!
I have taken a way longer break than I had planned for. It’s time to get back to studying for my exercise psychology (my favorite class) exam (nerd).
Perhaps when I get another break, I’ll tell you more about what Brandi is up to and how WE are doing.
(Hint: exceptionally well)
We miss our friend. Whereisshe?
Speaking of elephants, that platter is adorable. It also caused a mini disagreement in our happy household. It’s all good NOW. I won’t even THINK about using it. EVER.
We don’t go out too often, but when we do we tell them it’s a party of three. (no we don’t. but I will next time.)
No, you don’t understand. LOOK AT THE PICTURE!!!!!!!
The Dancing Hawaiians greet us every time we come inside our room. They told us to say hi.
PENIS! (we may want to think about changing that word)
Shakespeare. I thought I hated it. At least I (mostly) hated it 20something years ago when I had to read it in high school English class. Now? It’s fucking awesome! I have read four plays in the past three weeks. Every one has had me laughing out loud. Every play has been a peek into human nature and even though they are hundreds of years old, people really haven’t changed.
The best part is that my class is small, about 10 students, and the professor encourages (requires) us to participate in the discussion and analysis of the plays and characters. There is something for everyone in each play. Some theme or character or situation that resonates differently with each person in the class.
It’s like Sunday school but with 89.742% less god. (Hamlet is super god-dy.) Reading Shakespeare is just like reading scriptures but with stories and characters that are actually interesting. And crude sexual humor. And insults. And cross-dressing.
While everyone else is at church this morning, I’ll be reading and laughing and taking notes so I can kick my midterm’s ass tomorrow.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Ya think he was talking to me? Psh, what does he know?