Wednesday, February 18, 2009

blog post number thirty one.

Eddy is perched on the sofa back mere feet from my ear making a licking motion in the air. Has she lost her little dog mind? Has her obsession for licking reached an all time high, or low? Or is she slowly licking away her rotten little teeth like decaying little ice cream cones? Either way, it's driving me insane. I'm trying to pick a topic for my 102nd paper this quarter. Oh, now she's licking me.

I somehow outed myself as a nonbeliever of religion in my English class today. We were in groups talking about another paper we are writing. We are always in groups at Columbus State. I don't know if this is just a community college thing. I hope, I hate working with others. I know they are trying to teach us how things really work in "the real world", but as someone who's already been in "the real world", I know that we don't get into groups with 19 year olds and talk about Anime. Whatever. I somehow mentioned religion and all the sudden was giving my opinion about it. I should know better. It was quiet. People love God.

I must say, I am so sick of winter. It's funny how I would romanticize it on the west coast. It was fun for a hot minute. The novelty of the fireplace, puffy snowflakes, twinkling Christmas lights, but for fucks sake, it's so gloomy here! I need a vacation stat or I'm asking for a Uhual for my next birthday.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Ankle Socks

Have you ever noticed that straight dudes love ankle socks? I know, right? I used to wear them in grade school. I have this weird thing about the toe seam in socks, if I can feel the seam go under my toes, I freak out. It drives me insane. So as a child I only wore those little ankle socks, that and sweatsuits. I would only wear sweat suits in solid colors. I had a thing against jeans. You know how they would sometimes give you "pants penis"? For some reason that made me uncomfortable. God, I am really weird. Well, lately I've noticed dudes wearing ankle socks and now that I'm thinking about it, I see it everywhere. It seems so weird. And it's always the most dudeiest of dudes. When I say dudes I mean bros, too. In my opinion those little socks are so gay, like you could glue little tassely balls on them and be on a grade school dance team. It just isn't masculine. I mean, they were my sock of choice during my multicolored sweatsuit phase. Gay.

It's Friday the 13th. OoOoo. But really, a commuter plane just crashed into someones house killing him and all 48 people on board. That's terrifying. I'm terrified. I hate flying. This is the second plane to crash in the last month. Granted, the last plane (Miracle on the Hudson) was, in fact, a miracle on the Hudson. Like Jennifer Hudson. Remember when that person killed her whole family? Friday the 13th is so creepy. I wonder whats happening to Jennifer Hudson today? She's probably at Dunkin Donuts ordering a frozen cappuchino and an eclair. That's mean. She's probably at Starbucks ordering a donut and a Frappuchino. She's classy now. Anyway, you knows she's totally paranoid today. I would be too. You know that donut is probably going to clog her arteries.

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. Jon and I are going out for Indian food. Everywhere in the city is booked so we're going to Indian Oven. I'm actually really excited. I love Indian food. I hope it's totally delicious like my favorite Indian restaurant Bombay, in San Diego, California.

I miss California.