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Haha it took me more time to block out my name than it did to upload this, but i thought i'd share my momentary revelation with my fellow blog followers. its a valid feeling though. in my few years that men have actively pursued me, and the years i spent listening to my sisters K and J ramble on about all their crazy stories, i've realized this feeling is not as uncommon as one would suspect. especially when it comes to Cyber "gaming."

And no, when i say that, i dont mean Snood-ing or playing Risk. i mean when men feel that their best route to approach women is over internet, fbook specially in this situation.

I just don't understand it. Why would you ever seriously think that approaching women, especially in the early stages of getting know one another, or even in talking to her, would be over fbook chat. a-it puts on the impression youre lazy and too pussy to find a creative way to bump into her in person b-cant be yourself in person c- afraid to meet her in person or d-all of the above. okay so sometimes its fun to flirt on fbook. i do it all the time. i dont hate fbook convos. but when youve only met once and then you get a little BEEP you've got a new chat from so and so comes up on your bottom nav bar when youre in the middle of a heavy stalking sesh, its not exactly pleasant to me. sure it could be fun, come the right guy. but in my experience thats hardly the situation. its typically the guy i bumped into at the party, the guy who filled me up at the keg, the guy who picked up my pencil for me in english etc etc...its never the cute artsy guy i met in line at starbucks. or the one who sits next to me every time in lecture that asked to borrow me notes. nope. never. its the oddballs. the creeps. the ones stricken twith the fateful nervous tendencies that keep them from talking to women in person.

Bad news bears my men pals, man up. women dont want to meet you over fbook chat. if she doesnt know you and has friended you, she most likely accepts everyones friends requests. so dont go creaming in your pants over it. gew! modern women like myself, the type that are always single, the ones that have their head on straight, the ones that arent afraid to verbally castrate you when you f* up, the ones that love male attention but loathe the idiots, we are the ones that dont take your shit. we are nearing the cusp of 2009 and moving on to 2010.....2010!!!! sure its the age of technology, but chivalry is not dead, and neither is my white knight. though often pessimistic, my romantic life is one jumbled up in all that is optimism. im fighting for the man that will one day capture my heart, but for right now, when i log onto fbook and get handfuls of fbook chat blurbs with creepy men wanting to know who the "real D is" save it. if you want to know me, surprise me. dont do it over the internet. god knows its statistically not my way to meet my mate, especially with all the sexual predators out there. and i speak for all women. yes women. not the 12-16 group that would go into a fit of heart palpitations when a guy fbook chats them. the 18-25 group who use facebook for networking and stalking their friends and friends of friends out of boredom. so save the time of finding my name in your online buddy list and take the time to get my number like a man and call me.

<3>

Harsh? maybe. but maybe if you listened, i wouldn't want to cyber punch you in the balls and run away. keep that in mind ;)

Welcome Home Horror

Oh La La!!!

There are SO many things i have to write about. and on this fateful night, i can't help but think where to start. to discuss my ongoing love for this weather that has oh so mystically painted our world white, to dabble over my latest fashion obsessions, to elaborate on my love hate relationship with fbook, or even to open up pandoras box and talk about my love life...there are just TOO many options. but i feel obliged to talk about something, for my vow to update this god for saken project on a weekly basis has already failed. but im doing my best to keep my head above water. okay, ive decided to start with touching on fridays happenings. boy have i got alot to tell ya. strap yourselves in my kittens:) alez viens!

So since my last post, i have made the leap back a chez-moi aka the 610. on this journey i have rediscovered my love of home cooked meals, full sized beds, bubble baths, and hours upon hours of much needed sleep.

On friday i finished up with my last final and hurried back to the Cave to have one last gossip sesh with D before packin up Cedric the CRV and hittin the pavement home bound. around 9:05 ish i burst through 422' special needs door (it only opens when you push the handle up rather than down) and did some last minute cleaning, for i had previously went on a rampage the night before, gettin' all Annie its a hard knock life, and hands and knees'n it.. bleach by my side paper towels in hand and scrubbin' the crap out of our hideously dust infested bathrooms. by the time i was done it looked and smelled as if i was trying to conceal a murder scene hahaha. With the cleaning taken care of, i finished packing up my 2 under the bed storage containers, my cheer bag, laundry basket, mini duffle, bookbag, and two reusable shopping bags for Wintah Vay K. i rolled up my deliciously chic charcoal gray shag rug, stripped my bed, put the garbage bins, toilet brushes and other bathroom belongings safely under the sinks to prevent dust bunnies and then got to work on unplugging all my electronics and closing up the windows :) by the time i finished i had just minutes to spare before my maman phoned me notifying me of me of her arrival. essentially, my departure from home sweet White Hall went off without a hitch. HUZZAH.

With Cedric packed up, my mommy L and i made our way down 76 KOP bound to do some holiday shopping :) nothing beats a good dose of Nordstrom Rack and KOP mall. it was long overdue. by the time we got home it was 3. giving me one hour to suit up for two hours of babysitting my two boys i sat for in high school T and C. so cute. but only when on best behavior.

Throwing off my opaque black tights, aztec inspired whimsical swing jumper, black T, and my terracatta colored mid calf boots, i pulled on my trusty Temple cheer T, black spandex and uggies - the ensemble of the all mighty babysitter...comfortable as hell, athletic-chic, and ultimately practical for any activity that the kids hit ya with. ...or so i thought.

It's 3:47, i pull up at the kids mcMansion...the benefits of living in upper class suburbia haha if they only knew i was a giant poser and lovin' it. okay so i get there. i pull up in my dads sexy black nissan altima. god i love his whip. hahaha its so nice. so i pull up. the house looks deserted. i enter through the standard service entrance aka the garage, which they so delightfully left open for me. im thinkin' the next two hours will proceed as any other of our previous babysitting sessions. i peek my head in, coast clear. i give a little " hellloooo?"

no response.

i feel like im the freaking star of a horror movie, just waiting for the attacker(s) to approach me at any given second.

oh what an appropriate metaphor it was. i slip off my pathetically exhausted looking black uggies.. and pass through the threshold into their decadent granite-mahogany- stainless steel appliance drenched kitchen..the work of a stiff charging interior designer i assume. needless to say its my heaven. it just screams BAKE IN ME. seriously...the oven is the work of a master. beautiful. its a two-oven number with all the bells and whistles. the boys and i once ventured to concoct brownies. using that thing was like getting a taste of heaven. from a baking fanatic like me, it was definitely highlight. ...im getting off track haha. so i enter the kitchen. total and complete silence. and then BAM.

It's as if they flicked on the switch to an alternate reality. music. screams. loud thumping romping running. more screams. laughter. high high pitched laughter.

(sidenote...i love children. used to hate them. but in recent years feel in love with the pudgy cheeks, pink fresh faces, stubby hands and feet, waddling, and contagious laughter.)

Then again, the child i just described is rare as hell. especially in this situation. the description i just provided does not apply. boy does it not. So im standing in bakers heaven. cemented in place. i count to 5. blink my eyes. silence.

questions flood my head. did i conjure up this sudden mystery fiasco that frighteningly brought back scary memories from the asshole kids in kindergarden that went around cracked out on paste pulling my hair and tripping over my adorable tight-clad legs adorned in patten leather mary janes?

no. sadly.hell to the freaking no. just no.

Directly following my frantic attempt at convincing myself it was all a figment of my imagination, the little terrors themselves tear into epicurean paradise, sliding along the glossy mahogany floors as if it were home base, 9th inning, tie game, bases loaded. ha ha. laugh it up. sounds like a good 'ol time. NOTT. rolling over, belly up, T and C greet me with chocolate clad smiles, paint stained pjs, and just a whole hott f*n messy vibe. Welcome backkk D i say to myself.

I take a breathe. a big one. as if my freaking life depended on it. their moms no where in sight. i assume shes upstairs putting the finishing touches on there outfit, preparing for another one of her dinners with the girls or date nights with the hubby. i jet over to the stainless steel sink, wet a washcloth and clobber their willy wonka ad inspired mouths, which are goin a mile a minute, filling me in on what i've missed blah blah blah. i l block it out. with operation clean face completed i move onto baby whipping their hands, a godsend to messy children. fidgeting like drug addicts going through withdrawal i release them to terrorize the rest of their impeccably furnished, put together house. i swear to god the first time i saw it i slobbered hahah so beautiful. but empty and totally impersonal. not my taste, but delicious all the same.

Enough about the freaking decorations. the kids are going wild. i swear to you, if i had ambien or adderall on hand i would have shoveled it in their pint sized mouths. harsh but i think totally necessary. they're not diagnosed with a.d.h.d but i question their docs...every single time i go to "play" as their mom K calls it.

i put on G-Force. the gunniea pig super agent flick courtesy of the super market's Red Box rental system. i set them up with the works. big bowl of popcorn. sippy cups full of juice, a small baggie of m&ms, fruit snacks, and teddy grams. aka all the snacks in the pantry that i like. i set them up on their oversized L sofa, power up the ginormous plasma LCD theyve got mounted to the wall, and get the movie rolling. T's got his blanky and C's got his doggy.

Naturally, they settle down just in time for their mommy K to gracefully glide down their one of 3 staircases, donned in a rendition of some Real Housewives ensemble. sporting a carmel cashmere sweater, snuggly hugging her curves, a deep raspberry/plum high waisted skirt hitting just below the knee, and killer nude platform YSL inspired pumps, shes dressed to kill. she greets me with a sincere but brief hug, looks approvingly at her angles so well behaved munching on the couch, and turns back to fire some hard hitting questions about my first semester at school. the classes, the professors, the cheerleading, the campus life, the food, the friends, the roomies, the parties, the parties, the parties.

it's as if she were interrogating me. like any other college kid returning from break though, i had the answers pre written in my head, for these questions were like rambling off a long list of memorized vocab words in 7th grade french class. they've been asked before. time and time again. she nods approvingly, and then moves on to the evenings run down.

im excited. im thinking the boys arent going to be all that bad. the fires going. it smells great, and i spied a cake mix in the pantry that was calling me to make. im in the middle of my fantasy babysitting sesh when she interrupts my thoughts telling me her gal pals are actually coming over.

What.the.EFF.

Not okay. i thought like the 19 year old collegiate babysitter i am, i would be capable of watching them without supervision, but apparently i was her little minion to watch over her kids, AND her 5 friends spawns of satan. i was a goddamn mommy's f*n helper.

that being said i do my best to muster an understanding, calm collected aura that nods and spits out things like "totally!...not a problem at all!...i can handle anything" i deserved a freaking oscar for that performance. She rambles on and then leaves me to greet her pals who arrive one after the other, pouring in through the high arched doorway, death creatures or children, whichever, in tow.

in to greet T and C come, E, A,C2,L, and J. its like kids corner on the couch by the time they all clammer aboard and fight for some snacks. i get them settled take a seat, and helping them get blankets and restarting the movie. its only then K comes in from the kitchen to tell me she'd prefer the kids have some fun downstairs. aka get the f* out of the den and into the basement where they arent to be disturbed when they talk about their sex lives, their xmas vacation plans down south, their sexy trainers, or all that other fun stuff id much rather listen to.

Of course not. i don't even get the leisure of eaves dropping. the metaphorical gun was in my mouth at that point. so i shuffle the kids downstairs. clear the popcorn from their laps and the couch, click off the tv, shut down the surround sound, extract the DVD, turn off the dvd player, fold the blankets, and get their cat R off the pillows because he was clawing it. UGH.

So we're downstairs. its seriously Arctic. im anticipating a goddamn penguin to waddle out of the stationary unyielding heater in the corner. so first things first i go over and fire it up. the kids have ditched the movie idea and gone over to the thousands of toys strewn all over. E starts dress up, A is playing with the play house kitchen, C2 is eating some sort of wand thing, L is shooting baskets in the arcade inspired basketball game set up in the corner, T is playing with his batman figurines and C is curled up with his doggy on the couch. i collapse in from of the heater thats starting to cough out some warmth, but with good reluctance. it seems they haven't used it since they moved in.

I literally fall asleep. i am the worst babysitter ever haha. but between taking my exam at 8am, racing home to clean and pack, driving for an hour, shopping for 4 hours, coming home, unloading the car, changing, and then going over to babysit, i was dead beat. C2 starts crying. the youngest of the bunch, he just started walking, and his sensory motor skills are just now beginning to fully function. his paci is no where in sight, and hes upset. i find him on the landing in the stairs to the upstairs. i let him climb up to find his mom. poor chap. better with her than me i think. with C2 gone, i go back downstairs to play with the kids, we stay down there for an hour or so. i want to die haha. then T suggests we go upstairs to the front room to dance. i figure his idea is as good as any, and it will tire them out. so we venture upstairs to find the empty front room with a keyboard in the corner. apparently this is their dance studio haha. T goes over and puts on some crazy beat that sends the kids off on awkward hip swinging tangets. E is going hip hop crazy, she tells me she takes a class and they just finished their routine. she even busts out the coffee grinder. get it girlllll. C sits next to me with his finger in his mouth and doggy under his arm, knew i liked him, T is spinning in circles, arms wide, L is attempting forward rolls but failing to tuck his head so hes falling smack down on this back, and A is swaying like some hippy on drugs at woodstock. C and i sit against the wall in awe watching the madness. by then its 5.40. its only been an hour and 40. 20 more minutes. ughhhh. i guess the loud thumping, techno beats and laughs radiating from the "dance" room interrupted girls night, so K enters slightly annoyed but happy to see her kids having fun. she shakes my hand, slipping me my compensation and says she'd love to see me again while im home, tells me she'd message me the dates and we'll collaborate when ill see her next.

2 hours of hell completed. but only 30 bucks made. it amazes me that those well off w*nches found it completely fine not to pay me while i watched not just K's kids but their own. stingy ass classless beauties. stylish and strikingly pretty yes, nice no. that just irked me. but at that point i was happy to get the hell out. i was officially home for break and i needed some popcorn of my own :) so i hugged the clan of my new pint sized ankle biting pals and made a quiet exit out the back, only to race to my bat mobile and go homeeeeee.

Lets just hope i wont have to relive that over the next month. i dont think my sanity could take it!!!!!

hahahah i die.

Deck White Hall with my Departure ... at least for now

Attention all : it’s the final countdown (and I don’t mean the annoying song by Europe, because I won’t do that to you right now). The semester is drawing to a close, final exams are rapidly approaching, and all i can think about is the commencement of winter break with bated breath.

Finally. Sometimes I thought it would never come.

But, you see, here’s the thing. Although I’m glad that the work is almost over and I’ll be going home to four weeks of zero academic responsibilities, at the same time, I don’t want it to end. My first semester of college has been very good to me – albeit stressful much of the time – and I wish it could last just a little bit longer. I don’t know what the future holds (a lot of work, I imagine), so I’d rather stick with what I have now – great new pals, some semblance of a social life, and experiences that I’ll never forget with people whom I hope to lways cherish. Though I would like to skip those final exams, if you don’t mind.

Of course, time waits for no woman. This semester won’t last forever, which I suppose is a good thing for some. It’s time to start looking ahead to January and my second semester of college. Armed with three months’ worth of knowledge on how to handle the college life, I should be able to rock the spring semester knowing full well the motivation it takes to survive. Right?

Well, the more I think about it, the more I start to believe it might not be that much of a cakewalk. There’s the introductory Drawing analysis course I’m taking next semester in which I must produce a massive amount of work …yikes. And the art history class I’m taking is rumored to be unusually heavy on the reading and memorization; Then there are the English and math classes I’m obliged to take in order to get my distribution requirements out of the way.

Me + lit/math = a very negatively correlative equation.

Okay, so the academics are still going to be tough, only the big man upstairs knows how awful i feel about my performance fall semester. But, hey, what else can you expect from an institution of higher education? Classes aside, at least, the next semester should be easier to deal with. I’ve already adjusted nicely to life on campus, I’ve made a fantastic group of friends, and I’m involved in some extra-curricular activities that I enjoy. If I could scathe by and survive the fall, I’ll be able to survive the spring.

I hope.

Maybe looking ahead this intently isn’t such a bright idea right now, when I have finals to worry about. But all my worries aside, I’m positive that the spring semester is going to bring with it some of the best experiences of my life. And warm weather…thank God.

Team J all the wayyy

For all your Twihards (diehard Twilight fans) or (twilight special needs people) whichever you prefer, you all are aware of how delicious TLaut looks in Twilights second film, New Moon. Jacob Black may not be bellas destined man candy, but that doesnt mean we cant fantasize hahaha. TLaut, currently at the baby age of 17 is one large beautiful hunk of a Tease. i mean hypothetically speaking, if i were to find and force myself upon him before July i cant legally get in trouble for committing statutory rape....there is still hope. but sadly once i hit the July 8th mark, all bets are off and im just another cougar after his attention for purely unpure reasons hahahahhahaha. oh come on you know its true.

TLAUT :

Thanksgiving. Sigh.

After being more stuffed than the holiday turkey itself, it’s time to come to terms with the fact that the holiday season has now begun....haha i know i talked about it earlier but its just boggling my mind here. Whether you celebrate Hannukah, Christmas, Kwanzaa or none of the above, it’s a given that you will be inundated with all kinds of holiday-ness over the next 6 weeks!!! hip hip HUZZAH <3>

Whether you love it or loathe it, every facet pertaining to the holidays comes with some pros and cons. Yes, even getting piles upon piles of gifts. Have you ever had to do the fake “OMG I LOVE IT?!” upon opening the most awful gift ever followed by months of excuses when grandma doesn’t see you wearing those giant, sparkly cross earrings she got you? It sucks.

So, this week I’m gonna break down the ten best/worst things about the holidays. Or in my perspective: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Season

10. Christmas music Jingle Bell Rock? its love-hate. i love holiday tunes...in fact i'm currently jammin' to Mariah's "All i want for Christmas is You." fab. but sometimes the classics grind themselves into your brain leading it to the point of almost combustion. Its something that i can only take in low doses. im workin' on it. and for those who just generally detest all holiday related melodies i suggest the anti-christmas. a little song to brighten your day : “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out” by FOB? hilarious.

9. Cookies And Candy. And Gingerbread houses. And fruit cake (ew!). So many calories – yuck. we all know that with the winter season comes natures way of telling you to keep warm...no not pee on yourself...but packin' on the LBs. for us ladies, no one wants to see your fumpa protruding over your dress pants or peaking out from gma's homemade christmas sweater. However, like my mom says, calories don’t count on Xmas (day that is)! Work it off before Spring Break and you’re in the clear.

...i say this knowing full well that i myself am a living breathing contradiction of what i just said... i say these things in hopes of maybe one day following my own advice haha. i eat like a bear preparing for hibernation...24 hours a day 7 days a week...for 12 months. dont judge. i do not work out...not voluntarily at least (Alex aka demon trainer is the only reason i go to 8am workouts --pure FEAR) haha so pathetic.

moving on.

8. Shopping Shopping can be a bid, especially if you hate mass crowds and legitimate physical brawls for a coveted designer pair of heels or a sweet little pea coat. i kid you not. these things happen. i myself enjoy it, its free entertainment and when it gets really bad i treat it like im a character in the novel, The Most Dangerous Game. except i totally don't hunt down the other shoppers to win the prize. but it is a form of survival of the fittest, if it takes a verbal castration of the person trying to claim my item, i will do it, and it will get ugly. i like the challenge hahah its that much more fulfilling after you swipe your card at the register smiling wide, while the lost soul you just tore apart stands in line behind you. its a harsh world. But if your not a total nut like me that enjoys those types of competitive extreme shopping type things, skirt the crowds and the lines and shop online dudes, this is the age of technology after all.

7. The Relatives - Embrace your family’s craziness instead of taking a shot every time your weird distant relative makes an inappropriate comment or asks you when “you’re ever going to get a boyfriend.” thanks for that aunt she who must not be named....

6. The High School Holiday Reunion If you don’t want to deal with the HS frenemies, then don’t. Highschool ends for a reason...To ditch all the people that gossiped about your high heels or tendency to kiss too many boys just for pure recreation. Trade those tedious “Oh my godddd how have you beeeeeen”s for a quiet night in with the fam or a few drinks with your best friends that actually care about you haha.

5. Traveling Pack only what you need, and CARRY-ON! Makes life a little less painless at the holidays...not like i travel or anything hahaha all my family pretty much lives in a 50 mile radius of my casa. i just hear its hectic. so glad i dont have to worry about that one!

4. Tacky Christmas Movies Put on some giant sweatpants, make some hot cocoa (if you like the whole "lets make purely innocent little kid drinks into a cocktail" splash in a hint of Bailey’s..haha Who wants Bailey's?!) and embrace it. Especially “Elf“! I like to have my hott cocoa in hand every time Will Ferrell sings :) ... "I'm hereee, with my daddd...and we never metttttt..but im here now...DADDY...... and guess what?! ...." hahahha

"I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!" . classic .

3. Presents Learn to love what you get, even if it’s an ill-fitting lumpy sweater. it could actually be warm. or if your like me, Think of the DIY possibilities! Sweater turned handbag? tres chic!

2. Tree Decorating Detangling lights = not fun. my poor mother has to do it every year and i swear to you the time it takes doesnt look all that enjoyable. Going through all the ornaments you’ve made through the years? Kinda fun. Making new ornaments with party pics of you and your besties? A total blast. do itttttt.

1. Eggnog Sorry, I have no answers here. This sh** sucks, sorry kids, profanity necessary. Unless it’s in the form of a milkshake from McDonalds. take it from me, a fast food junkie. its delectable.

So im doing my best to keep up with my promise to blog regularly. even if it takes me until 12.37 in the AM to get down to it.

So today is December first. the official day that unleashes all that is holiday glory. its majestic. magical. happy.

so naturally at during this period of transition from autumn to winter, colleges decide its the best time to rule down the iron fist on their students, preparing for a week of final exams and thousands of last minute assignments. so appropriate. NOT.

I myself am not too keen on these next two weeks that have so generously creeped up on me. but i try to keep my chin up. look on the bright side. for after these next two or so weeks, i will be on winter break. back home. in my pjs. curled up with a big bowl of popcorn and the fourth book of twilight. :)

Sadly this is my idea of time well spent. oh and i forgot. hours upon hours of watching disney and Nick....gotta make up for last time after all! haha i swear i live by the reciprocal of the saying "act your age not your shoe size." you must keep your childish innocence, and by following the counter of that quote..that makes me between the ages of 1.5 and 2, depending on how the shoe runs hahaha. perfect.

Okay so anyways. heres the hooplah on todays activities.

Today was a day like any other day as jacks mannequin would put it, my sleep being interrupted by my conscious luring me from my cloud of a bed to get up and pee hahah around 9..thats what i get for downing an entire bottle of water before bed. so i did that. then brushed my teeth for kicks and went back to sleep until my psycho spazmatic (haha not a word...my spellcheck is telling me i mean spermatic...bahaha) alarm buzzed the crap out of my left rib around 11:15 or so. after scrounging around to shut the little devil off for a good 5 minutes i got up, put my mass of raven colored curls into a messy knot on top of my bead, and braced myself for the long road ahead. last night after finishing my post that i spent a good hour or so on, i was so fatigued from pouring all my wittiness and emotion into my blog that i had zero energy to work on my 7 page paper due today! i know great right.

I love Robert K and his overzealous ambitious assignments. like really. how the hell am i supposed to compose 7 pages of decent and focused argument for a novel thats only 189 pages. lets not kid ourselves....its just stupid. i know thats childish to say, after all it is college and 7 pages isnt all that bad...but i dont care. Robert K sucks and so does the Awakening. hahaha. sweet god. okay so that was my morning. in the Cave i sat, snuggled up in bed in my oversized tshirt boyshorts mug of tea and my pink Macbook pro. not going to lie i was totally having a Carrie B moment. i felt so chic...aside from the fact that i was not writing for a column but instead a boring drawn out paper. oh well what can ya do. i finished it, printed out and then raced to get presentable by 3.

Didn't work.

I slipped on my black nylon tights, cute dusty orange colored leather boots, threw on my blue male inspired shirt dress, fun new aztec print belt cinched at the waist and slapped on my new fav black and bronze chandelier earrings, only to race to adjust my crazy rampant curls into a romantic twist at the sides into a messy but fun half up half down style. by then it was 10 of 3. racing against the clock, i practically took a paint roller to my face, doing my best to hastily apply my mascara and gloss in the least possible raccoon way. by 3.05 i was dressed and looking fresh faced and actually pretty damn decent. the last touch to complete the ensemble was topped off by my red and black tartan knee length pea coat. so cute and preppy for the crisp december weather. dressed to impress i raced out of white hall by 7 past 3. i arrived disheveled as ever to Anderson by 3.17, thats what you get for going at the psychotic almost running pace that go at for the 5 blocks it takes to get to class.

To my surprise Robert K didnt even bat his flamboyant arrogent eyelashes at my tardiness. he simply said "well well well" and flashed me a smile.

Who knew. Robert K has grown to like me. strictly in teacher to student way...the man oozes homosexual tendencies. hahha nastyy.

So after class i jetted out of anderson to the bagel hut for a quick bite...toasted whole wheat bagel, shmear and a hott tea..four sugars and a splash of milk. delicious i tell you. all for 2.25. its the perfect fix. From there i made my way to broad to meet my pals D and K from cheer to go house scouting for next year. we walked through a sweet little bachelorette pad..9 bedrooms..3 baths..2 kitchens...a big basement for loads of activities haha..and a backyard big enough for D's trampoline. its perfect. only problem is its a little stiff on rent and im currently dirt freaking poor. its a tad unsettling.

My sister offered the idea that i should start hooking.

...thanks k. so respectable hahahaha

House shopping was followed by 2 hours of cheer practice. we effed around and made asses out of ourselves, working on new tricks for basketball all the while laughing and messing around. probably not the best combo when throwing me in the air, but we had fun. and on top of that we found out our coach E is pregs with a little one due in April!!!! yayyyyy. so exciting. a little girl too :) future cheerleader in the making? i think so!

Alright ive drawn this post out way too long. between chatting on fbook with my friend A about hilarious topics ...spanning from midget sex to my fear of immaculate conception, its been way too entertaining hahahaha. i need to go to bed. its now 2.33 and ive got to be up for workouts tomorrow. EEP! ta ta for now..sleep tight kidss!