shady mother f*cker

lets just start off with, rick is a shady mother fucker.

from about the beginning of november up until right before my birthday. rick and i had been hanging out. and after finals, i pretty much decided that i didn't really like him. he's ok sober, but he's a pain in my ass if he's been drinking. and to be honest, he's not funny. at all. he likes to think he is, but really not funny. i can't date someone who isn't funny. anyways, so we both go home for winter break for what, 3 weeks? anyways, rick gets back together with an ex-girlfirend or whatever. no big. because i just don't like him that way.

and basically since we've got back to school this semester, we haven't even hung out. with the exception of the night i made him read me time as a bedtime story.

anyways, so about a week before barrister's ball, rick keeps calling me wasted one night trying to get me to make out with him. he's got a girlfriend now. that's so not cool. so i bascially avoid him as much as possible. but at barrister's i actually meet the girlfriend, who flew in for the formal. and she's so cute. and i feel so bad for her, since her boyfriend keeps trying to scam on her.

and then last night, one of the organizations i'm in sponsored a night at the bar. anyways, rick corners me, wanting to talk to me about us. and since there is no "us" nor was there ever really, i told him that, and that i didn't really have anything to say to him. especially not after we've both been drinking all night (which, by the way, is a big part of why i refused to talk to him. if he'd wanted to talk to me about this shit in the beginning of the night, before we started drinking, i probably would've).

so i avoid him for maybe another half hour, and he corners me again. so finally i just give in and sit down and let him try to talk. and he starts getting into how much he likes me. at which point, i choose to remind him that he has a girlfirend now, and i don't want anything to do with him. to which he tries to defend himself by saying, "matt told me you had a boyfriend". (matt is a friend of his, and mine, and is kinda dating one of my best friends here). anyways, i'm pretty pissed off anyways, and tell him that we're done talking. i find matt, told him what rick said. and of course, knowing, matt and rick, i know that matt never said that. call rick out on it, and he keeps blaming matt. saying that matt's lying, and that matt said i had a boyfriend. which even if i did have a boyfriend, or even if matt had told him that it, how does that justify rick trying to cheat on his girlfriend? yeah. it doesn't.

so when we all are getting ready to leave, rick starts holding this girl's hand. like rubbing her back type of shit. like that would make me jealous or something. didn't work. we leave. so on the cab ride home, rick calls me. still trying to come over to my apartment. still trying justify himself. and i'm pissed, and he's all, "i don't want you to be mad at me. i really like you" blah blah blah. so i hung up.

so f*cking shady.

i miss my hair :(

i chopped my hair a few months ago. and i really missed it today.
it was so long and shiny! i can't believe i cut it all off!!! stupid, stupid, stupid!!!!****

i'm so vain about my hair. it is my favorite feature. i get lots of compliments on the quality of my wonderful, wonderful hair. its thick. it's a dark, pretty, brown. it's shiny. it's never been dyed! (although i've got some greys, i might have to start). it changes color in the sun. its my hyper-color hair!

i just want to put my hair in a high pony! or in braided pigtails (how indian is that? i need some red ribbons.) or maybe i can wear it down - long and glossy all the way down my back. is that so bad? and i can't any of it! stupid chin length hair.

i can barely flirt anymore without my hair. i can't flip it, or swing it, or run my hand thru it to get attention (ok, to be honest, i can still do these things, but they are just not effective).

i just really miss my long hair today.



****before you think i'm some vain, psycho freak, i donated the hair to locks of love

dramma, dramma, dramma

ok first. before you sit there wondering, dramma is drama at its fakest. its the trivial shit people get all worked up about. my roommates in undergrad used to refer to all of our daily happenings as such. dramma.

anyways, LB is the queen of dramma. she has no clue. she turns everything into a production. i'll give you an example. she cries at everything. seriously. its actually really fucking annoying. it wouldn't be a big deal if she didnt make such a production about it. she'll be watching tv or a movie or whatever right, and she'll annouce that she's going to cry. and if for some reason she doesn't announce it, she'll start sniffling. loudly. and whining. and whimpering. just to make sure everyone in the room is aware that she is crying. dramma.

anyways. here's the most recent dramma. so we had our formal last night and LB had a flower in her hair for the event. it looked nice, right? but remember, its a real flower. flowers die. and after the formal's over, we're in our hotel room, and she's all "my flower's dying". like being all annoying about it. basically making it so that she is the center of attention even though all sorts of shit it going down. people are missing. a girl is locked out her room. a friend is in the bathroom puking. and my roommate cares only about her fucking flower. and that after beign out of water for, i don't know, like 7 hours, it is starting wilt and die.

so i look at her, point blank, and tell her i don't give a fuck about her stupid flower. and go into the bathroom to help hold the hair of my drunk friend, and help wipe up her puke. and you know what i hear while i'm in the bathroom cleaning up? how mean i am because i'm don't care about her flower.

ok, there's drunk. there's selfish drunk. and there is my roommate. the epitome of selfish, drunk dramma creating queen.

Ranting and Raving

so i'm in this juvenile law class. and we were talking about unfit parents the other day. and some of the stuff we were discussing in class really got to me.
ok, so there are certain laws in place to protect girls against teen pregnancy. thats basically why we have statutory rape laws in every state. its an actual cited justification for it, right? so preventing teen pregnancies is fairly important to the nation.
ok, so keeping that in mind, why isn't birth control covered by insurance companies??? you know it costs most women around $30/month for birth control.
Oh, but you knwo what is covered by insurance????? FUCKING VIAGRA!!!!! what the fuck is that?!?!?
ok, and so, if insurance companies made birth control available to everyone who needed it, and made it affordable, wouldn't that help prevent the pregnancies the country is so concerned about?
and another point, and this one's a big one. so, GW (that cocksucker) is all concerned about abortion. him and his bible beater posse are all like, abortion is wrong, its killing a human, it goes against the bible, blah blah blah. right? anyways, if GW and bureaucaratic henchmen told the insurance companies to include birth control, then abortion really wouldn't be an issue would it? think about it. all those old fucks in congress who can't get it up anymore are the ones who pushed for viagra to be covered by medical insurance, so why can't they do it for birth control? apart from the fact that you know the Bush twins have been on birth control forever (cuz you know they're humping it up like bunnies...you know it. they like to party. they like to get down.), they don't push birth control because the republicans need abortion. they win elections on abortion. if abortion wasn't as issue, republicans would lose a lot of their support. they need abortion to be an issue. and in turn, GW won't put someone on the Supreme Court who would overturn Roe v. Wade. know why?
Because that would be the quickest way to get a democrat back in office.

its 4:40 in the fucking morning...

its 4:30-ish a.m.
i'm awake, and i am not pleased. I had been sleeping, a nice sound sleep, and my fucking phone rang around 1 am, it was rick, and i ignored it and went back to bed. an hour later, my stupid phone vibrated about a zillion times (since i turned the ringer off after rick called). i didnt know the number, but they left a message. i checked and it turned out to be my friend eric, who coincidentally was out with rick and they were celebrating some kid's bday.
whatev. i went back to bed.
and then at fucking 3am my phone rings yet AGAIN. and its rick AGAIN. you think he would have gotten the hint. if im not going to answer the phone the first time you call, you think i'm going to answet the second? right. especially 2 hours later into the very early next morning.
and then my upstairs neighbor, jason, came home. and started playign his stereo. loud enough at 3 am for me to call him and have him turn it off. which he did right away. he's good about that.
anyways. after all that, i am still awake. can't sleep. and i have so much to do tomorrow its sick.

friendster or stalkers r us??

i have a friendster stalker. i am not pleased. i blame sam.

this kid, kundan, who's FOB all the way, and lives in India is connected to me thru sam.
sam actually only has him on her friends list because he sent her a request and she felt bad rejecting him. i am not that nice. he sent me a request a while back, and i didn't know him, so i rejected his request.

and then, about a month ago, i clicked on the tab that said "bookmarks" and he had me bookmarked!! that just creeped me out. so i deleted his bookmark on me. and then yesterday, i get not only another freind request from this kid, but a message. with a poem! about God!

thats like double-extra creepy with a side of scary.

so i blocked him. he cant view my profile or send me requests or messages.
i know that it's mean, but he's creepy! i don't deal well with creepy.