News From the Underbelly

I guess I'm not ready to handle any backlash so i removed the post. But I'm leaving the article. Here

The home stretch

Last week of school... I have worn the same shirt for three days. The dishes, finding the sink a little crowded, have taken up residence along the counter tops or have hidden themselves inside the oven. Mountains of laundry are waiting patiently to be fluffed, dried and folded into proper order. I have officially become a scumbag. This is what happens when one slacks off exceedingly the last month of classes. If all goes according to plan, all assignments will be handed in by noon on Thursday. Necessary celebration will follow.

All Hail The Goddess

Here's a little bitty comment made by Tori Amos on Britney Spears' current state of mental health. Although I think Spears' problems have much to do with failed relationships and having children too young, I would never question her highness. In fact, Brit should lock herself in a room right now with copies of Little Earthquakes, Under the Pink and Boys From Pele and not come out until she gets it.

I am a jerk

Ok, so you know the Founding Fathers waitress? The one nobody likes? Well... I ended up having a lengthy conversation with her late Saturday night after the discussion at my table turned to "poop". It turns out she is incredibly interesting and painfully sweet. I have never been more wrong in my judgment of a person. I left feeling humiliated at all the horrible things I've said about her and am determined to make up for it. You may notice some unusual chummy behavior toward her in the future. Just warning you.

Couldn't let this one go.

I had to meet some friends from work over at Nietzshes(I don't know if that's how it's spelled;don't really give a shit) last night. I protested at first on principle alone but then realized that I have never been there before and it might not be so bad. heh heh heh.... The instant I walked in, this horrible smell assaulted my nose. I actually winced involuntarily and took a preserving step back. Now, I'm used to bars that smell like peanuts, stale urine, and fresh puke. That I can handle, but this was something new. I couldn't figure out what it was for a minute and then it finally hit me. "This place smells like DIRTY HAIR!!!", I said to my friends. To which Christa replied, "Oh you snobby Lackawanna bitches..." (which I don't think I've ever heard Lackawanna bitches referred to as) Seriously, don't shower for a few days and smell your scalp and that was what this fuckin place smelled like. Between all the dirty hippy boys and the lesbians that don't shave their arm pits, I found myself becoming violently angry at complete strangers for being so fucking cliche.