Do I look friendly?

I suppose I must. People keep striking up conversation with me when I least expect it. Like when I'm sitting alone in a study cafe with my headphones in. I never really expect people to try to talk to me in the first place but I guess I look approachable. I mean judge for yourself:

 But so here I am just typing away. In basically the exact same spot I was last night. And at the table next to me is the same (cute) gray coat that was here last night. I remember it because there was no owner with it last night and I thought about snatching it but let it be. I figured someone would come back for it. But alas here it was. So a guy sitting at a table on the other side of the jacket was there with his buddy. Side note: the buddy is in my exercise class and we both had the glimmer of recognition and agreement on mutual ignoring of each other. Anyways the guy asks me if it is my coat. And as you can see in the picture, I am clearly wearing a coat. So I say no and he moves it. I say how it has been here since last night and how I was surprised no one had come to claim it. Who leaves without a coat? But I'm considering leaving with an extra one since it is still here. Is that really awful? The guy leaves the cafe area a few times and then randomly comes back and asks me a question. I have my earbuds in so I take them out but still don't understand when he repeats the question. Finally I get it. Do I like jazz? And I do. I listen to jazz all the time when I am studying or doing homework. Apparently there is a jazz concert going on upstairs that he simply must enlighten me on. He even has a pamphlet. But he has to finish his work real fast so he can go watch. I just sort of nod and go back to my lab report. But 10 minutes later when he leaves to go upstairs to listen to jazz, he gives me a wave and says goodbye. Okay perfect stranger. I gave a wave back to be polite.

I don't understand how this happens to me whenever I am in the library. Someone is always talking to me and asking questions. People I have never met before and likely will never see again. I guess I look like a nice person. Little do they know...

Library idiots pt 2

In addition to there being the assholes who won't shut up for the rest of the population who are trying to get work done and couldn't care less about your life, there are the jerks who tempt. So here I am sitting in the cafe -- which is closed might I add-- trying to type up a scholarship application and all of a sudden 6 bitches walk it talking quite loud. Let me address why I am in the closed cafe to begin with: it is connected to our most social library. No one goes and gets much work done because everyone around them is chatting each other up on random things not related to studies. And usually in the cafe area, at least at this time of night, it is relatively empty and people are doing real work and not socializing. So here come these bitches. They plow through the doors laughing, not giggling or a small chuckle, a full on fucking laugh and start searching for tables. Now let me tell you, 70% of the tables are open so it's not hard to find one. But they still take forever and I wish they were further away from me. And what do they bring in here? Not books. Not laptops. Pizza. Fucking pizza. 2 large pizzas and possibly a small cheesy bread. WHO THE FUCK DO THEY THINK THEY ARE. Now the whole area is full of the delicious aroma of pizza and the sound of the hideous voices.

Is it literally impossible to find appropriate areas to study? I'm just gonna have to curb stomps these jerks. And trust me I've already sent the "Shut up or I'll puncture your throat" stare. When I give a death stare, it speaks volumes.

Library idiots

Here is just a little short rant. It's what I do.


SURPRISE! I am in a library again. This time I would like to rant about all the morons in here. First, your backpack does NOT need its own special cubicle. I understand it is nice to have space for your shit and you may not want to sit next to some random-ass bitch blogging about you, but suck it up. There are like 40,000 people here. Learn to share space or get the fuck out.
          Next, just because you have a room for group studying does NOT mean it is soundproof. Bitch I can hear you shouting about philosophy or whatever all the way over here. But the thing is, I know that's your normal speaking voice. So I guess I feel awful for the other people in that room with you. I know I wouldn't want to be there.
          And for the people who are here with someone else but are not in a room, this is the "Quiet Study" area. So shut up. Stop giggling or go to the main floor. I didn't climb up to the 3rd floor to hear you whispering about who Becky madeout with last night.
          Along with that, I don't want to hear your dumb music playing through your skull. This is the quiet area so me having my headphones in shouldn't be required and even when I just have them on quietly for background noise I shouldn't be able to hear your party playlist. Who the Hell studies to LMFAO anyways? Idiot.

There is a certain etiquette you should have in a library. If you can't abide by it then leave. Go to some social place to study. Hell, even coffeehouses are better than being surrounded by all these fucking loud assholes.

I trust the stranger

I have never gotten a bad suggestion that I can remember. Today I was curious about the new latte at Greyhouse (WHICH IS WAY BETTER THAN STARBUCKS. If you disagree then you can go drown in their stupid always to go fancifully named sized coffee. Get your coffee locally from a cute dude wearing a beanie). I love trying new things but I don't often get too adventurous about foods and such without a good review first. If it's an iffy review, fo'get about it.  But the new latte at Greyhouse is maple caramel. Now I feel like maple ends up tasting pretty good with most things. Maple syrup with pancakes, maple and bacon cupcakes (orgasmic), etc. But a hot beverage with maple flavoring? I was intrigued. But being alone, I wasn't positive I wanted to try it out. I was going to go with my last new choice -- blueberry cinnamon latte. My fallback is always a creme brulee. You just can't mess those up. And if you do, you should go hide in a corner of shame. So I asked the barista. He had never had it and called over one of the other baristas. We had a nice conversation comparing my choices. Thankfully no one else was in line behind me or I'm sure we wouldn't have had a real talk about the coffee. I went with the maple caramel. I'm glad I did. Now I know I can trust this guy with his recommendations. Fabulous.


These recommendations and suggestions go with more than just ordering some nom. I often speed shop on my own. Back home we have one of the largest indoor malls in America. If you don't go there often, then you are simply overwhelmed and want to go everywhere. Living 10 minutes away from it, I know exactly where to park when and which stores are in which areas and how to navigate through the hordes of people shopping. So I hit up my favorite stores by myself since I don't like having to wait for other people and like to go at my own (quick) pace. But it's sometimes hard to figure out what actually looks good on your body without a second opinion. I often become friends with the girls working the dressing rooms and they help me narrow down what I definitely should not get and then compare all the "yes" items. I have not regretted any of the purchases I've made when these nice ladies help me out.

It's just nice to have people be honest. They could just be assholes and encourage you to buy the more expensive items so that they make more money or something like that. But I feel like if you take the time to actually ask them politely what they think, they will be truthful and share their opinion. I'd like to think that people are trustworthy for random little things like that, even though I know not everyone is. There will always be that jerk who pushes you too far and tells you "Oh my God everything looks good on you! I would just buy it all if I was you." Then you start contemplating it and that sneaky devil pushes you to the edge of spending way too much. And yes there is a difference between being a good salesperson and an ass. As a server, you can suggest a more expensive steak with a "you only live once" but you don't need to repeat that they should order that until they do.

I don't know. Maybe I just like talking to new people and know that when I'm working I like interacting with nice people. I mean I'm not an idiot and trust absolutely everything strangers say. I'm not gullible like that. But if it is just something little, why would they bother lying about it? Sounds like too much effort to me. That's why whenever anyone has asked my opinion, I give my honest answer. Unless I don't like you. Then you're screwed.

Take care of your shit.

So I have nothing going on. So I might as well write something. And I talked about this earlier with some people but I will do a short thing now.

I don't understand how people don't flush toilets. Especially when they are automatic flush toilets. I do not like it or appreciate it when you do your business but then let it sit there. No one wants to walk into a stall and see your crap exploding in a white bowl. There is no way you can't flush. What... do you like looking at it? Are you some sort of freak like that? Have you no common decency? It's bad even when you just take a piss, because the people who just piss leave it all over the seat. Tonight I walked into a bathroom and 2 of the 3 stalls were full of nasty excrements. THEY WERE AUTOMATIC FLUSH TOILETS. How does this happen? Do you fake out the toilet sensor and then sit back and have terrible diarrhea everywhere? I know you might not want to touch the gross handle, I certainly don't, but you can just use your foot then to flush. Or wave your hand in front of the sensor. OR just not be a pig. Those are you choices. And walking away from your dirty mess is not one of them. 

Nice ass ;)

So sue me. I look at peoples' butts. It's just interested to see the different shapes and how they move. It's not like a sexual thing, just observation-like. First thing, peoples' asses bounce SOOOO much. But I digress. This is not what I wanted to say.
Today is Ash Wednesdays. So I was a good Catholic and went to mass this morning. Church is one of the best places to observed butts. People just standing in rows in front of you and all.So naturally I was looking at the butts in the room in front of me. Remember I said it didn't have anything to do with it being a turn on. Because I was looking at this family sitting in front of us. Like a mom and dad, who had plenty of miles already, and their daughter. The butt is the first place to look in analyzing pants. Because I don't understand how people buy pants that don't fit them in the slightest.

I hate buying pants despite my complete and utterly ridiculous love for denim. The manufacturers have molds for body types and assume that you fit some sort of equation where your hips and leg length are proportionally related. But some of us don't necessarily fit into that. I have a small waist and small hips but ridiculously long legs. Finding jeans that fit me well, not just decently and they are on sale so I might as well, is difficult. Even going back to the same store after a year when styles change doesn't necessarily mean I will find the same fit as I did the year before. But still, I don't give up. If I'm going to put something on my body, it better fit and make me look good.

There are 2 very important things to check to make sure they fit well and don't annoy the shit out of me and the rest of the world. First is length. I understand that there are some styles in for girls that are cut at the ankle or a little above. I get that. When the rest of the pant fits, it's okay to sacrifice a little length. But they should never look like this:

How difficult is it to find a brand that does short and long lengths on their pants? It has become a regular thing now for jeans. I mean I have been buying long pants for a long time. It doesn't cost more or anything. So just look for more than a few seconds at pants. Or actually go buy them yourself and try them on before you buy them instead of your mom buying everything you wear.

The other thing is a good fit in the ass. Which is what I started talking about with this post. When you're walking past people, people check out dat ass. And no one wants a floppy butt. Even if you don't have a big round butt and have a flat ass instead you can still find jeans that fit you well and make what you have look good.  Just put on the pants, turn and look in the mirror and look at your booty. If it looks pinch-able then you're in the clear. If a pinch just grabs a lot of cloth, look for a different pair. It is really that simple. And I understand this is not as helpful to guys because they have different styled pants then girls. But it is still good to have these qualities in pants. I love a guy in a good pair of jeans. When they have a pair of pants that are long enough and show off a good ass, Mmmmmmm.

So yeah. Learn to buy and put on pants that make you look yummy. Not like an idiot who hasn't bought new pants since you were prepubescent.

This world is messed up

So I am interested in forensics. I have taken several classes for it and am currently in the advanced class where we meet once a week to do case studies. Then we had a class that was just an overview class on fetishes and pedophilia.

Let me explain the difference between a fetish a preference. A preference is just something that you like during sexual situations. Like I could say someone has a preference for women in high heels. But that doesn't mean that person (could be a woman too people) needs the woman to wear high heels. A fetish is when someone needs something in order to get off. If that person could not get sexually aroused without someone in high heels then that is his fetish.

So we covered many different fetishes in this class. There are 9 different classifications where the last category is Other. So basically there is a bunch of gross things out there. And don't get me wrong, some of this stuff is find in moderation, just not as a fetish. Like the horse people. Ugh. Just wait.

So there are 2 that I'm grouping together: exhibitionists and frotteurism. The first is flashing people and that's how people get sexual aroused. Bu revealing their junk to some poor unsuspecting person. The second is when the individual is gratified by touching/rubbing their genitals up on a stranger or touching a stranger's genitals. Like there was a guy who would conveniently bump into women in a subway station and then they would realize once they were out of the crowded area that there was some substance on them. Probably this pervert's semen. Like what the Hell? This is why everyone thinks that old men are creepy. What a way to put a damper on the mood for the day. Oh you had a nice lunch break? I had some old man cum on my new dress. It's gross. If this ever happens to me, someone is losing his balls real fast. I'm quick as lightning and won't stay for that shit.
      Similar to that is voyeurism which is just a peeping Tom. It is watching unsuspecting people naked or fucking. I'm just going to add on to my last statement: no one is looking at me undressing that I don't want to. Good try though asshole.

But there are a lot of idiots in this world. And I have no idea who comes up with this and how they have not died from it. Everyone knows about S&M (thanks Rihanna) and how some people are into bondage. But there is a new sort of bondage involving plastic. You know those space bags where you suck out the air with a vacuum when you put your clothes in it? Replace the clothes with your body and there you go. Some weirdos are getting all hot and bothered by watching or being put in a plastic bag and having their oxygen removed. HOW DO THEY LIVE?! And even further, some one took advantage of this peculiar market and made up the vacuum bed. You lay down between 2 plastic sheets and get zipped in. Some had a breathing hole and some didn't. Then they vacuum out the air so the plastic is very tight on your body. Not gonna lie, I'd like to try it to see what it feels like since I've never been in a vacuum. Not because it will make me orgasm because I'm positive it wouldn't. I don't understand how that is pleasurable. Whatever.

Then there are the freaks into bestiality. There is a couple who met on an online dating site. He came to visit her on her farm and when she was showing him around the barn she noticed something about her miniature pony. He had a boner and was masturbating. How does a horse masturbate you ask? Apparently they just whip their dick up at their belly. But she thought it was so hot so she got down and sucked him off. In front of this new man. He thought it was sexy. And now they are married. They like to take turns with the horse while the woman has sex with it like it is a human. The man just performs oral and takes it up the butt from the horse. WHAT THE FUCK.

This is something I find increasingly disturbing. A girl only a few years older than I started dating a new man. His fetish: diapers. He likes it when she wears a diaper, holds a diaper, or there is a diaper in the same room as him. So she developed an infantism fetish. She is an adult baby. She enjoys wearing diapers (her boyfriend even changes her diapers) and talking like a child and he even gently spanks her in a non-sexual way. It leaves me speechless. Especially if this man plans on having children. So he has a baby and it wears a diaper and it turns him on? So will he get a boner looking at his kid for 4 years? Does that lead to sexual abuse? I don't understand this at all.

There are so many others I just can't begin to understand. People are fucked up and idiots. The world is in trouble if this is what is being produced.

But this is pretty funny to lighten the mood: FURRIES!!

Chat Roulette FTW

Here is a great story. Most people think it is creepy as fuck but I find it absolutely hilarious. You can judge for yourself.

This story spans 2 years now. It started when me and some friends were hanging out. The 6 of us would be bored and think it was funny to go on chat roulette and have these girls just talking to random guys. We would always look for the random nerds and things. Oh and this was before it was super sketch-- there was only like 1 penis every 8 people instead of 1 out of 3. And again, it's just anatomy. It's still disgusting as Hell that you need to get your kicks by masturbating and flashing random people. Yeah there are legitimate fetishes for that (saving for another blog possibly) and if it happens in the real world it's illegal. So keep that in mind perverts. But still, nothing is quite as disheartening as getting skipped by a guy beating off before you could hit skip. That screams: I think you're ugly and can't jizz looking at you.  Anyways...
          So there was one time that one of the girls was online and met this guy from Turkey. His name was Tugkan and they talked for like an hour. His English was (and still is) awful. But Skype information was exchanged and since then we have all gotten each others' Skype names. The original girl is now my roommate. Not the silly ho, we shall just refer to her as Vi for this. So me and Vi would Skype him and his friend. We would 3 way Skype with his friend in America while Tugkan was in Turkey. So we are Facebook friends with all these people then. Kind of weird, but harmless.

Then he would say how Vi was perfect and his future wife. We just laughed and thought it was flattering and cute. Because he would laugh too. Then he said we should come visit him in Turkey. We were like, um no we don't have money for that. He said he would fly us out to visit. He could pay for our plane tickets and that his friend owns a small hotel we could stay at for really cheap. We checked it out too and it was legit. Unfortunately, we were not stupid enough to fall for that. I mean it was still pretty harmless but we were not about to go get taken in Turkey. Pass. I'm not going into the human trafficking sex slave ring. So we graciously declined his offer to politely kidnap us for a week. Yeah, it's sketchy I know.

He also had his thing for Vi. So he started talking to me without her. Because he was going to get her a gift. He had told Vi he would and she was like oh you don't need to do that. But he got her jewelry. Scratch that. He designed her a necklace. Showed me the design and everything. He was going to mail it to her at school. I figured it wouldn't be terrible to have a school address we wouldn't have in a year so I gave it to him hoping this present would show up. It never did.

Slowly we just stopped talking to each other. Until 2 days ago. I was on Skype and he messaged me. He had important news for me. He is currently in the U.S. He is taking a class in San Francisco. Or maybe it was L.A. He is transferring from one to the other. He also wants me to help teach him how to speak English better. Which I said I could do when we were talking. He is still a nice guy, even gave a shout out to my boyfriend. But Tugkan brought up the gift he had for Vi. Apparently he still has it. I asked why he didn't send it. He didn't really give a good answer (in his terrible broken English) but said now he can give it to her in person.

So now I am wondering if I will be having a literally run in with the Turkish man we met on chat roulette. Should I be afraid? Because I'm not. I'm actually excited if we really get to meet. I just wish he could've brought his dog Tiny with.

Oh drunk people.

So one of my favorite things to do is fuck with drunk people. Especially when they are super drunk or blacked out and I am sober. The dumb shit they say is hilarious.

I dedicate this post to the silly ho that is my roommate. A few weeks ago was her 21st birthday and so she went out at midnight. So yes I messed around with her as soon as she came back from the bars approximately 90 minutes later. But I dick around with all friends when they are intoxicated because they have stupid funny responses.

I find that drunk kids are unusually naive. Even if they are very stubborn and realistic when sober, they tend to believe things more easily which makes it so much more fun to converse with them. I lie to them all the time and tell extreme stories to see how much I can get them to believe. Which is a lot. Fucking idiots.

But my favorite moments are when it becomes a no pants party. Such was the case last weekend. I was in my friends' room with his roommates and a few other people talking and telling stories. When I walked out into the main area of the apartment, I noticed people laughing (not surprising) but then boys quickly pulling up their pants. We joked around about that and then oops there they go again. Hey man, nice blue boxers. The funny thing about this is that the people dropping they pants often forget to take them off completely and have them around their ankles. This provides perfect opportunities to get them to run/dance/hop/etc. and watch them fall flat on their faces. Of course these are all people I am friends with so we don't mind a good chuckle amongst us as long as no one gets seriously hurt (and for the record, I have great first aid abilities should it come down to that). Well, one of them was a guy with a busted leg anyways. Like he uses a cane (but I'm too nervous to ask what happened that he needs it) and so its just more humorous. I also slapped him, but neither of us remember why.

Funny enough, I've walked into that apartment before to find people playing kings in their underwear. Boy oh boy did they turn pink. I just laughed my ass off. I love when people get on that level. It's just anatomy guys, we've all seen it before. So don't worry.

But the worst drunk people are the people who want to drink away a person. Like if someone is in a fight with their significant other or something. Because when they reach the level that is required for people to go into no-pants parties they go into whining about their life mode. And won't stop. Suddenly everything is about them and their problems and we all want to hear about it. And when we are talking, it must be about them. But it's always really exaggerated things or unrealistic situations but still they think it's all plausible due to their drunkenness. I hear it from boys and I hear it from girls.

If you ever plan on pulling one of these on me, give me fair warning so I can get to your level so I can bitch with you. If you're going to take off your pants, no warning is needed. Some surprises are just fucking hilarious.

Things men shouldn't do: Part 1

This is an anti-men rant. No use trying to beat around the bush (where did that saying come from anyhow?) and be mysterious about what I might be talking about today or any bullshit like that. So I just said it. Well maybe not anti-man, but they sure do some annoying shit sometimes. So here it goes:

Things men shouldn't do

1. Leave the seat up.  I mean this may be a subject that has been beaten to death but there are some things that just really need to be fixed. If it's in a man apartment, fine. It is your place and we can deal with it however gross it is. But when you step into a lady's apartment you better shape up. When you walked into the bathroom did you see the seat up? No. Because we are hygienic. Yes. Hygienic. Because guess what, there is back splash and no one wants that in their bathroom. Also, as much as it pains me to talk about it, there is like dried piss on the underside of toilet seats. Why the fuck would you want to see that? Huh? Why would you purposefully leave the seat up forcing the next unsuspecting victim to view that and then have to put the seat back down? Mostly it's just rude. I mean you are in a house where the occupants clearly have manners and leave the seat down and you are in their place so how about you just clean up your act and put the fucking seat back down. Yes I mean to put a period there to emphasize that it is not a request be actually a demand. Because I will call you out on it.

2. Talk about the miracle of childbirth.  Sure, go ahead and talking about having children and how it is such a blessing and everything. Let us know how you think it is amazing how we can create life (just like the big man up top and every other living creature) and watch the process as the cells come together to form a functional life form. But the act of giving is not something you get to have a real say in. You wanna know how all the dads I know acted in the delivery room? THEY ALMOST FAINTED. Yes that includes my father during my birth. Some nurse had to grab him before he collapsed. Miracle my ass. Bro, you are not pushing a 9 pound thing out of any of your orifices. Does a miracle include shitting all over the delivery table? Or pissing yourself? Is it beautiful to watch your wife/girlfriend/one night stand scream in pain for hours while you just sit there and are helpless to do anything but watch? No. It's gross. It's sweaty and bloody and messy. And maybe at the end when the baby has taken it's first breath and the nurse has cleared the amniotic sac out of its mouth, then it becomes a beautiful mess. But the actual act of childbirth is something reserved for women, and women alone, to give their opinions on for it being a "miracle" or whatever. Only those who can experience something can give their opinion on it. I've never climbed a mountain so I couldn't tell you how glorious it is or how it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would. It would offend those who actually have done it.
     Just because the world has been primarily run by men does not mean that they know best or that they know everything all the time. So shut up about the shit you can't know because you sound like a fucking tool and we hate you.


This is all I have right now but I know I will have more to rant about. Since our world is half occupied by my male counterparts I am sure that I will have more to say in future posts. So I deem this Part 1. Who knows how many parts there will be? Maybe there will be a post of Things Men Should Do. I think I'll start new notes on my phone for this...

Get off your phone.

Call me old fashioned. I like handwritten notes and I prefer talking on the phone to texting. I like the effort and sentiment put into letters and I'd rather hear your voice and talk then have to wait around for a short message with improper grammar and abbreviations. I like more personal things. But with the technology we have today, everyone has a mobile phone. And everyone is always on it.
     Which brings me to what I want to talk about: cell phone etiquette.

There are definitely times that you should not be on your phone. Some are obvious like on a date or in a movie theater. There are places you probably shouldn't be on your phone like in class (unless you sit in the back). But something that really pisses me off is when I'm hanging out with someone or a couple people and there is one person who is constantly on their phone. I don't care what you are doing on your phone. You could be texting someone else, on facebook, I couldn't give a shit. Nothing screams "I'd rather be somewhere else" like staying on your phone.

If someone is telling you about their weekend or just telling a story you should be paying attention to that person. You don't need to have to split your attention between listening to your friend and reading twitter. Who cares if you can recite a main point of what your friend is saying if you don't act like you're paying attention. It's rude. Even when you are hanging out with a small group of people you should not be constantly on your phone. You are with people that you supposedly want to be spending time with. If you are with people you want to be spending time with, why are you devoting time to talking to other people? Why are you making other plans? Next time, just hang out with who ever it is you would rather be talking to.

I personally try to stay off my phone when I hangout with people I care about. When I go out to dinner, sit around and watch movies, or just bumming around with friends I keep the phone usage to a minimum. Of course there are exceptions. And if I'm just sitting around my apartment and a pal decides to swing by to say hello and watch a little tv, I'll probably still have my phone out. But once we start talking I ignore any texts I get.

Also, what I do on my phone is my own business. I don't constantly look at your screen to see what you are doing or ask who you are talking to (unless you are rudely ignoring me and just paying attention to your digital world). So I expect that when I am on my phone you don't try to read over my shoulder. No I am not texting about you. Not everything is about you. No I'm not talking about anything that concerns you. So back off.

And I know every household is different, but in my parents' house we don't use phones at the table. Before cell phones we didn't even answer the land line during dinner. So maybe I'm crazy for wanting to interact with the people around me and not some random person telling jokes on twitter. Maybe I'm off my rocker for preferring to have quality time with people instead of half-assing a friendship where I only pay attention if my phone is off.

It's simple. Don't be a jackass. Be respectful. Get some manners.  If you are enjoying yourself, you won't need to be on your phone. And trust me, people notice. Moron.

Beer and Football

So it is Super Bowl Sunday. Also known as the day second to Thanksgiving for the greatest consumption of calories in the year. With the amount of carbs from pizza, wings, chips and dip, and (everyones' favorite) beer, this should not be surprising.
Naturally I want to enjoy the foods of the day as much as everyone else, but I will not act like a fool and be stunned that I have a food baby or how lazy I feel after and wonder why all of a sudden I feel fat and have put on a few pounds or something.

There are so many people in the gym working out since they made resolutions to work out more. And then there are the Spring Break people there trying to get a sexy body to show off on some beach somewhere. So when you chow down today don't be surprised that you have to work out more to get back to where you were last week. If you are really that concerned, then don't be a fatass today.


Also here is another good blog and I really like this entry specifically.
     http://himynameismurr.blogspot.com/2012/02/expected-valentines-post.html

These are not real pants.

With the sudden changes in weather, once again I have been noticing what people have been wearing. And once again it makes me mad.
         Leggings are not sufficient pants! It is 8 degrees out! First of all, there is no way that those leggings are keeping you warm enough to walk out side in this winter weather with those blustery winds. Same goes for tights. Unless you are wearing one warm ass coat or not going outside then I guess it's okay. But I still frown upon you.

And leggings are still not pants and you should not wear them as such.

The thing is too, that we all are going to stare at your ass. You know we are. You have it very clearly defined and it's so impossible to avoid it when we are walking behind you up the stairs. So can you please wear something that covers at least the top part of your kiester?

Half of you dumb bitches don't ever wear the right underwear with it. You wear not thongs and have a terrible VPL (Visible Panty Line). You look like an idiot.

BUY SOME THONGS AND GET OVER THE BUTT FLOSS THING. HALF THE GUYS YOU ARE GONNA GET WITH WANT TO STICK IT THERE ANYWAYS AND THAT'S WAY WORSE.

Call me whatever you want

I go through these phases every couples months. And I feel like there are plenty of other people out there who do the same thing. Ever since I was enrolled in schooled, I've had to correct others on my name. My full name is not Kate, it's Katherine. I have gone by Kate as long as I can remember but every roll call, every first day of class, every application here comes Katherine.

I'm not saying that I don't like the name Katherine at all. I mean I used to when I was younger. When I was in elementary school I used to get teased for it. And Katherine just seemed too proper for me at the time. That's why I always stuck with Kate.

The first time I thought about changing back to my full name was before I was going off to college. I could start over at a new place where no one knew I went by Katherine. I could become professional and not just spunky Kate. But then I never did it. Do I regret it? Nah.

The only problem is when I fill out applications and such things. I always use Katherine when I fill them out and it's on my resume and everything. Even when I email in professional messages. But then after I meet with people, I slowly have to correct them that i actually go by Kate. And then I have to correct them from Katie to Kate. Everyone originally says Katie. No. That is not me. I have never been a Katie ever in my life. I have always been a Kate and sometimes a Katherine.

But now I'm thinking about going back to Katherine again. But I don't know if I can pull it off. I supposed I never will know until I try? I'm just scared of it. Just like I'm scared to go brunette. But maybe I will try out the brown. Then try out the Katherine. Let's see how adventurous I actually am.