lessthan3_me

lessthan3_me @ 2009-04-23T01:26:00

2009-04-23T05:30:09Z

good days are bad days, bad days are good days. when will the paradox end? being young is supposed to be amazing, a beautiful struggle. well, it feels sloppy to me. i am angered by it all.

a girl i barely knew said something tragically stupid to me on the shuttle bus about a week ago, and i cant let go of it. i am not much more mature than she is, but she felt miles away from me. i don't remember the exact phrasing, i just remember she "got grounded", and has something called "angst"

i am no survivor of any tragedy, i haven't "overcome obstacles" and i'm just some silly white middle class girl at a state college. i am no better than anyone else, and i tend to put the needs of others, no matter how minuscule, before my own... just like most other people. it creates stress, as i'm sure you're familiar with it.

my dad discovered my motive for just about everything i do: to push people's buttons. i feel transparent to him now, and i wonder if he discusses these things with the rest of my extended family. then again, probably not. it's my dad, after all, and he won't even tell someone he's taking aspirin.

this entry is disjointed.

does adding the suffix "-zilla" to a word make it evil? "bridezilla" "duckzilla"......."mozilla"?????

not going to mother's day at my uncles this year again. for a complete and total opposite reason now.

today was so wonderful, tonight was upsetting.

i want to move away, run away from all this shit. i've never before expressed any sort of interest in leaving new england, but it want out right now. i hope the urge passes soon, i don't like feeling this trapped. trapped by money, by education restraints, by family, by obligations, by jobs..... by everything, really.

i think i know what this entry needs.

fuck everyone.

i feel better now.

blech.

2009-03-30T23:18:06Z

got rejected from a medication study cause i have no insurance.

i have an urge to go to the alpine slides.

lessthan3_me @ 2009-03-04T01:12:00

2009-03-04T06:14:59Z

funny shit i stumbled upon to those who've known me for awhile:

davelvsj

man, what a weird 16 year old obsessive bf i had.

other than that, i've been going to the gym for a month now, about 3-5 times a week. :)

lessthan3_me @ 2009-01-31T11:17:00

2009-01-31T16:27:06Z

my freshman year at emerson i lived in a quad, one of two on campus. we all came from different backgrounds, different religions, different personalities, etc.

but i really loved them like sisters. even though sometimes something would be dirty, or someone would snore, or someone (me) would stumble in drunk, or i'd walk in on one of them gettin busy... i considered them like sisters, and i always tried to extend a hand to them when i went out. whether it be for food, shopping, whatever.

we used to call ourselves the quad squad, an obvious reference.

i confided in them, some awful things that happened to me, what my issues were and other things.

one thing happened.

at the end of the school year, they went out to dinner with this guy who was friends with us, and didn't invite me. i got really upset, and told them how upset i was. i cried, i was so incredibly hurt. after months and months of inviting them everywhere i went, just hoping that once they'd come along, i was brutally snubbed.

then the pictures got posted online, with the caption "the quad squad together!" under them, with out me there.

i miss them a lot, my first roommates. it broke my heart at the end. was i that terrible of a person? was i that awful to live with? was i just too different? too annoying? i still don't know why they abandoned me that day. they gave me reasons like, "oh, i thought you didn't want to go, i thought you were working, i thought you were with your bf, i thought you had hw"

i just don't know. it still hurts, and that was 2006.

i admit wrongdoing.

2008-10-03T02:42:13Z

ok, after all that. i have conceded to Lili, because i can't deal with the fact that i have been such an immeasurably huge bitch.

sent her a myspace message cause its the only way to get in touch with her, and i dont even know what to expect. my instinct says nothing. she's going to ignore it, and silently think to herself that she won.

don't blame her, really.

i may not really understand FULLY why she "Cut me off" but whatever, i reacted STUPIDLY for a solid year.

granted, i was mad, and also granted i have a knack for blending four-letter words with four dollar words... doesn't really excuse me.

sorry.

lessthan3_me @ 2008-09-29T01:38:00

2008-09-29T06:23:36Z

1:40 am. i don't have the patience nor the caffeine to tackle all that's happened since mother's day. at least not in this entry.

but today i visited jess hilton and dan (the most functional people i know) to visit jess' mom's girlfriend Donna.

Sharon and Donna, Jess' parents, have always been a part of my high school life and onward. They both moved to South Carolina, where i had feared that Jess would move to as well. I remember going to Jess' yellow house, with directions like: take a left out of your street, go straight for a fucking long time and when you can't because there is a "do not enter," take a right. the house is yellow with a yellow suv outside. WZE are the letters on the license plate. YOU CANT MISS IT.

these are the details i get. the car and the license plate.

anyways, sharon and donna were always cool with my loud obnoxious ways, we got weird shower caps together and i hacked and sneezed almost constantly in their zoo (oh, sorry, house) filled with pets. dogs, cats, birds, fish...... whatever. also, since they were lesbians they were cool with my bisexuality. they were just psyched i wasn't dating their daughter. (or were they? at that point, jess' dating choices were certainly less than popular.)

i could talk to sharon and/or donna about anything, including the stuff with my mom. and they never thought i was psycho or a loser, like what i think most people seem to think. the general concensus seems to be that i'm a basket case.

to sum it up, while i was quickly speaking to sharon on the phone tonight, she told me that I was her favorite one of jess' friends.

and i wanted to cry.

cause i have great friends. they do stuff for me, they answer my blubber-blabber phone calls, they eat raw fish with me, they're so damn smart.... etc....
but to think that this girl's mother thinks i'm the best one of any number of friends she has, that i have been a GOOD INFLUENCE on her? thats just damn touching.

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switching to the opposite direction, i walked into lili last week in the cafeteria. we quickly mumbled hi and ran away.

cause it sucked, really, losing someone who you think is gonna be there for you cause you've been there for them. bitterness aside, i was embarassed. probably due to the sheer volume of "vagina slang" i shot at her this time last year. its never right to touch vag and tell, i guess.

yes, world, there was once a halloween night in which Lili and myself were locked up in a Jamaica Plain cupbord and proceded to maul her sexually. she then told everyone the next day that i "raped her" which was contrary to the camera phone evidence (her hand was pulling my neck in).

ALAS this is ancient history. just maybe everyone should know the REAL reason why she hates me.

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love, love, love..... H and I have been together TWO YEARS. thats two years since i was dating Monica, two years since i slept with Paul (who graduated already, which makes me feel a bit inadequate), THREE years since my entire brain was turned upside down, three years since i've fist been drunk, three and a half years since i've first been stoned, and FOUR years since i've lost my virginity.

we are NOT ANYWHERE NEAR perfect. not even close, not even suggested. we fight more often than say, many couples. some of my friends, who do not see the day to day interaction, have even gone so far as to discourage my relationship.

but we really do love each other. we are two only-children who are stubborn as fuck trying to live in love. and we fail a lot. take for example the fact that i am a cunty bitch. that certainly doesn't help. also, take into account that he's a know-it-all asshole. that makes things difficult too.

but i fucking love every know-it-all word that comes out of his asshole mouth. and i know he loves all the cunty things that come out of my bitch mouth.

EXAGGERATION. some things i don't like, he must certainly feel the same. but when we are good, we are SO GOOD. and when we're bad, we want to tear all of our hair out.

we'll get the hang of it eventually.

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oh yeah: won the writing contest. first place. $150! had to read it out loud. i am awesome.

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losing weight on the south beach diet. it is good, but i miss my two lovers ben and jerry.

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celebrated my 21st birthday with H, dave, jeremy, and melba in Boston. drunk off three drinks as usual since i'm purely a pothead, and had a blast.

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i think i missed the biggest event. crazy cause it's pretty much unmissable: I broke my wrist. this is my facebook note i wrote on the subject:

yeah, so Friday. H and I went hiking to a zipline-into-a-reservoir thing. its a mile hike (i'm no "outdoorsy" chick, mind you...) and a far swim. after much climbing, and fun swimming, we decide to zipline. H's uncle Paul goes first to show us, and it looks fucking awesome. you have to climb from the water up the boulders to get to the top to slide down, and jump into the water. geography of the zipline trail: big huge rock you jump off of, a little space of nothing, another slightly huge rock, then the water.

in the space of nothing, there is a large area of pointy jagged rocks, a small patch of soft sod (4ft by 2ft-ish), and then a solid wall of ROCK.

i grab the zipline handle (a foot-long wooden rod attached to a pulley), test the tension, and think, and look down at the rock between me and the water.

"yo, can i just climb up on the other rock and jump off that? i dont think i'm gonna clear the second rock!"

to which they reply, "don't be a wimp," (joking) "just hold on," "just pick your legs up" etc...

i breathe. what the fuck did i get myself into? i can't believe i am willingly going to trust a mere wooden dowel and a steel cable with my body. after testing the tension and give for the umpteenth time, i decide to take the plunge.

only i didn't hit water.

well i left the fist big boulder, and when i went to pull my legs up to go over the second rock, a combination of poor upper body strength and heavy lower body mass caused my grip to give. i don't remember falling, i just remember being on the ground. (i bounced! ha!) i screamed, louder, and more terrible than i ever have, out of shock and intense physical pain.

through a stroke of intense luck/divine intervention, i landed on the one soft patch of soil, my skull six inches away from solid rock, an my feet just barely grazing the sharp rocks (aka "daggers"). i lifted my head to get up, and saw a shit-ton of blood ALL OVER my arm, and chest. it was coming from my face, i could feel it gummied all on my nose, cheeks and mouth. i spit out the blood and leaves, gross. my lips felt stolen from Angelina, and i was gushing. i go to get up, but all i can say is, "i'm ok! i'm ok! i'm ok! i'm sorry! i"m sorry! i'm alive! i'm ok!"

i could hear H freaking out in the distance, and Paul swam faster than Phelps to get to me. H (who really doesn't swim well) got to me soon after. wow, i think to myself, i must be in rough shape.

Paul gets to me, and is all "oh, my God" etc, H is just freaking. i just keep saying, "h, i'm ok, i'm ok..." and Paul reaches for my hand. I yell "DON'T GRAB THE LEFT ONE!" i look at it, it's crooked like a politician. it has GOT to be broken. i stumble up, and finally (it feels like it took an hour) we reach the edge of the water, and i slip in, it feels like heaven. then i realize i have to swim across.

my shin is gashed open, my face has a bloody mess all over it, my wrist is broken, and it feels like two of my left toes are broken too. and you better fuckin' believe i swam all the way across that god damned reservoir. once i get about 10 feet away from the opposite of the accident, H's dad, John, and his girlfriend, Trish, coincidentally show up just as i'm side-stroking into shore. "Hi John! I fell!" i shout, beaming with a big, adrenaline-only fueled smile. after much explanation and unnecessary apologies from moi, we weigh our options. one: helicopter paramedics (no fucking way.) two: walk to highway and get picked up by Rita, H's mother (no, no cell phones on us) or three: hike back to John's house a mile's hike away.

option three.

i walked one excruciating mile laughing and joking and talking, holding my wrist and bracing it against my body. i was icky, broken and scuffed, out on my feet and booking it to get home.

"hey guys? i think i may need to go to the hospital."
"no shit."

we get home and i'm hyper and not really feeling pain, as long as my wrist is kept still. I call work, praying i get Bern or Deb or Frani (the only sane/sympathetic people at Lancome).... but i get Jen T. the most incompetent, yet sweet, girl everrrrrr.

Jen T: good afternoon, this is Lancome.
me: uh, hi Jen, is Bern there?
Jen T: no she's at lunch. (dammit.)
me: is there anyone else at the counter?
Jen T: no, why? (shit.)
me: ok, Jen, you need to listen to me very carefully. i'm on my way to the hospital, i broke my wrist. i can't come into work tonight.
Jen T: WHAT???? JEN, ARE YOU OK????
me: yes, i'm fine, i ha--
Jen T: OMG JEN WHAT HAPPENED???
me: Jen i don't really have ti--
Jen T: CAN YOU SWITCH SHIFTS WITH ME TOMORROW NIGHT? I HAVE A FAMILY PARTY TO GO TO??
me:......wait, what? ok, Jen, seriously, just tell Bern and Judy i can't come in tonight cause i'm at the hospital.
Jen T: i dunno Jen, Judy's going to be mad at you...
me: Jen, i broke my fucking wrist. i dont think she really has a choice in the matter.
Jen T: does this mean you cant cover my shift for me tomorrow night?
me: yes, Jen. It does.
Jen T: oh, ok. well, I hope you feel better.
me: thanks, bye.

called my dad, he was freaked, i just told him i'd "slipped off a rock" (this became my hospital story, as well, so i didn't get into some insurance loophole) and he asked me, "why didn't you hang on?"

yes, dad. i fully intended to plunge to my death, so i LET GO. right.

anyhoo, then we got clearance from my doctor to go to the emergency room. went there, waited not too long, got my x-rays. i broke my radius (forearm bone on the thumb side) right through, but it was straight, so it didn't have to be "reset". (resetting would include the doctor twisting my arm, and much screaming. :) )

at this point, i have decided i want a neon green cast.

he bandaged me up in a temporary cast, gave me two sweet, sweet Percocet, and sent me on my way. but not without a prescription for more sweet, sweet Percocet. that being said, i really am not into painkillers for recreation, but only when there is due pain to be killed. ha.

get home, eat, then take my second pill. loopy as shit by now.

H takes me back over to the apartment, where no one even has a clue what has happened. we decide to make this a joke, and make everyone uncomfortable.

basically, we wanted to make people think that H beat me up. so i walk in the door, scurry off scared looking to H's room, and Lyn asks H, "what happened to her???" and H replies:

"i lost my temper, alright? i don't want to talk about it." everyone is staring at him, gaping, and he goes, "i'm just fucking with ya, she fell and broke her wrist."

ha.

i'm bored after awhile, and i'm looking at different cast options online, and i found a wicked cool decal to put on a black cast:

a broken wrist bone x ray!!!!!!

so i will be skeleton arm woman! and that's my whoooooooole story. i'm out of work until september 3rd, and i can't drive until then either. go me!
i think that'll do it for tonight.

well.....

2008-09-26T16:21:47Z

here i am.

i'm still alive.

lots to tell, i guess!

eventually, that is....

lessthan3_me @ 2008-08-28T15:46:00

2008-08-28T19:49:11Z

I used to have a girlfriend known as Elsie With whom I shared Four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn't what you'd call A blushing flower...As a matter of fact She rented by the hour. The day she died the neighbors came to snicker: "Well, thats what comes from to much pills and liquor." But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, She was the happiest...corpse...I'd ever seen. I think of Elsie to this very day. I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say: "What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret." And as for me, I made up my mind back in Chelsea, When I go, I'm going like Elsie. Start by admitting From cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Only a Cabaret, old chum, And I love a Cabaret!

what.

2008-08-24T20:48:17Z

i am twenty one. finally. someone pinch me!

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . .. and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.
Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
Enjoy the simple things.
Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
Surround yourself with what you love, Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

And if you don't send this to at least 8 people - who cares?

But do share this with someone. We all need to live life to its fullest each day.

usually, the IRS is the enemy. today, the IRS is my hero.

2008-05-04T03:23:11Z

Yesterday, in a misunderstanding, my dad cashed all of my checks (that i wrote him over a month ago) that i thought he had already cashed. I got paid yesterday as well, and when i went to look at my balance online to see if my check had gone through, it was in negative numbers.

OMG!

needless to say, i panicked, since i had bought 40 bucks of gas and i have another check waiting to be cashed.

in my panic i called jess hilton, and i was sobbing uncontrollably. blubbering, if you will. "WAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" she offered to bail me out.

after bitching and moaning i collapsed in a sleepy stupor until i woke up at FIVE THIRTY PM. that left me thirty minutes to be at work.

so i marathoned. and i got there only a few (ten?) minutes late. while in the car, i was listening intently for my two best friends to flash a radio dj on WBCN (boobie friday. the things people do for concert tickets huh?). I tried to stay in my car for as long as possible, i had to leave to go punch in. work ruins everything.

My dad agreed to drop off the money to avoid copious fees and such. He forgot that the bank closes at 2pm, however. so i was pretty much accepting the fate of fees upon fees.

BUT THERE IS A GOD. and his initials are IRS.

I came home and saw my tax refund smiling back at me. gone are the threats of fees and such, because my government came to my rescue.

if i wasn't such a good human being, i'd consider becoming a republican.

WE SHALL OVERCOME

2008-05-02T03:09:33Z

someday, everything will be lovely. but not now.

The sun on the meadow is summery warm
The stag in the forest runs free
But gathered together to greet the storm
Tomorrow belongs to me

The branch on the linden is leafy and green
The Rhine gives its gold to the sea
But somewhere a glory awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me

Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come
When the world is mine
Tomorrow belongs to me

The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
The blossom embraces the bee
But soon says the whisper, arise, arise
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me

honestly......

2008-04-27T01:34:46Z

do i REALLY look that much like Alyson Hannigan?

Do i just not see it?

I got it like four times in the last week by TOTAL STRANGERS.

so seriously, guys... comment in your opinions.

the wendy's "grill skills" rap. actual training video fro the 80's. Good Lord.

2008-04-04T18:49:40Z

lessthan3_me @ 2008-03-30T01:46:00

2008-03-31T07:05:20Z

i swear to god, i watched wrestlemania tonight. as a girl, wrestling would not be half as survive-able without a gigantic bowl being passed. here's to being a girl! a girl who deals with stupid ass boy shit the way we all should: with pot. lots of it.

tonight i'm pulling my second all nighter of my salem state career (?). and i decided consciously to do it this time. i have an almost-empty giant liter of diet chocolate milk next to me. de-lish. i may OD on dairy products. that wouldn't be pretty.

i've been losing some weight. i bought new work pants. this may not seem like a big deal to anyone else, but a year ago in february i bought fat work pants, size 20. three pairs. those three pairs of pants got rotated every single day i had work from then till now. (keep in mind i was a full-timer until this september) i swore to myself i wouldn't buy new work pants until i lost weight. so today i bought my first pair of "in-between" pants, size 16. they fit great, my butt looks better than a year ago, and hopefully i'll be buying another pair of "in-between" pants, for when these get too loose, soon. down two sizes is very encouraging. it's going, even if it's slow.

tomorrow (well, today since it is officially "tomorrow" already) is my mom's 45th birthday. it's a weird thing.

anyways, i'm all about self-improvement recently.

and thinking that maybe things don't always have to be other's fault. like i was thinking about my past relationships and how i would always complain about them being very critical of me. maybe it wasn't something terrible, but more like them asking for the same things i'd ask of them. what i didn't see was myself slowly packing on pounds and ignoring it.

anyhoo. i'm trying not to revert back to my slacker ways, like in high school. i was "little miss hand-in-your-paper-6-days-to-4-weeks-after-the-due-date" and in some aspects, i still am that girl. things that are late right now: a bunch of reading responses, two observation papers, a profile paper, chapter questions, 7 psych papers for homework, and i still need to take a midterm and a history quiz. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. ok so i'm still a slacker, i've NEVERR been able to stick to deadlines... ever.

there are a few things i would like to address about myself and improve: 1) self control with eating and working out 2) being on time to things and work 3) meeting deadlines 4) see the jessi (that is jess, plural for all youze guys out there) 5) keep more promises.

OH! and pay off my debt. cause i am in debt, by the way.

ps: the maxima is gone. i sold it for three hundred dollars. WOW. i watched my car and my virginity location get towed out of my driveway. ::sob::

i now have a '94 nissan sentra!

true story: the guy i bought it from said it was "gold" but it is actually a light tan-ish brown-ish beige. however! this did not stop him from (trying to) cover up holes in the paint with GOLD SPRAY PAINT. yeah, my car looks like someone took a piss on it in random spots. you got something to say about it?

no one really uses livejournal anymore. i read like four people's entries over and over. i guess i'm not helping, i don't write often and when i do it's a fucking clusterbomb of too much text, too much information, you name it. too much.

i watched "across the universe" and i loved it just like a pseudo-activist chick should. i say "pseudo" because even though i really do give a shit about stuff, i don't have the time, luxury, money, or anything of that nature to become a picketer, a envelope licker, a public speaker, or even a t-shirt wearer for any cause. natural foods, i try to buy them and then get to the register to realize that my hummus, flax oil and soy crunchies come to about the same amount as a month's pay. civil rights, i try to fight for them then get a foreigner at work and want to strangle them. anti-war, i try to make it happen but i can't attend meetings, donate to the cause or march on Washington. the truth is, i'm a working student from a broken home with mental issues. so won't you please consider donating a dollar a day, less than a cup of coffee, to the "Jen Really just wants a Good Life" fund? your money could be funding her lipgloss purchases and ability to make that extra leap from "grande" to "venti". you'll also recieve periodic photo updates (from her cell phone) of her in front of a bathroom mirror making a kissy-face in various poses. so please, pick up that phone, and make a difference in this girl's life. (also accepting paypal.)

jokes aside. i'm fucking broke.

maybe, since it's 3 AM, i should get some work done.

lessthan3_me @ 2008-03-08T16:16:00

2008-03-07T21:18:27Z

jeeeeeeeeeez no one is posting. my life isn't interesting, i need to read about yours. :)

when i'm 69.....

2008-02-11T05:24:34Z

I WANT.

2008-02-10T04:42:45Z

Type your cut contents here.

lessthan3_me @ 2008-01-27T19:38:00

2008-01-28T00:39:20Z

i saw roast beef vag today with the faggy ladyboy.

that is all. :)

heh.

2008-01-22T22:05:35Z

I DID IT.

ha!

lessthan3_me @ 2008-01-07T22:58:00

2008-01-08T03:59:38Z

Matt Shearer is a god. this is a survey posted by him.

THIS SURVEY IS STRICTLY FOR FEMALES ONLY:

1. If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom?
no, I'd use a diaphragm, BECAUSE I'M A GIRL

2. Do you think it's bad to have sex at your age?
no

3. Do you have a crush on any of your teachers?
No therr all hottt

4. What do you think of your teachers?
I think they are called professors

5. Do you love anybody?
both my boobs

6. What would you do if you got pregnant?
I'd have an ultrasound to make sure the baby is asian

7. Do you have fake or real fingernails?
pretty much, fake dot com. kthx

8. Are you in love?
I wasn't until I got implants

9. Ever receive oral sex?
Does a gynecologist count?

10. Ever give it?
Does a gynecologist count?

11. Ever had sex analy?
bum loveeee

12. How old were you when you had your first boyfriend?
18... when I met Ashton <3333

13. Who do you talk to about personal problems?
idk, my bff Jill?

14. Do you wear makeup?
Just eye shadow. ON MY CLEAVAGE!

15. Thongs or booty shorts?
"THONG-THATHATHA-THONG" -Sisqo

16. Do you shower daily?
yes otherwise my vag gets stinky hehe ^.^

17. do you think any guys are going to take this survey?
GODDD I HOPE NOT, THAT'D BE DEGRADING.

18. Do you wear a bra?
No I'm a freeballer

19. Do you sleep in your bra?
nah I sleep in my boyfriend

20. Do you love to shop?
Only if I have a bf with a wallet

21. Are you girly?
SPICE UP YOUR LIFE

22. Shoes or purses?
Shoes IN purses

23. Have you ever cried during a movie?
Babe

24. Have you ever cried during a book?
Graphic Novels

25. Do you consider your self a "slutty" girl?
ABSOLUTELY

26. Do you wear revealing clothing?
A thong and a tube top is NOT revealing

27. Does anyone ever tell you your clothing is too revealing?
My mom but she's a WHORE

28. What is your favorite accessory?
Sunglasses the size of Hilary Clinton's ass

29. Do you shave your legs/underarms?
VENUS

30. In sports, do you act girly?
No I'm a tomboy HEHE LOL <3

31. Do you believe all men are pigs?
YES

32. Hugs or kisses?
69

33. A peck, or a french?
69

34. High heels or sneakers?
Platform Shoes

35. Flats or boots?
Roller skates in my underwear

36. A skirt or jeans?
WHATEVER, as long as I'm going commando!

37. Skinny jeans or flared jeans?
NO Jeans

38. Do you like when guys touch your hair?
which hair are you talking about?!

39. Do you sing in the shower?
Alanis makes me feel like a real woman.

40. Do you have girly items in your bedroom?
Caffeine Free Herbal Apple & Cinnamon flavored Tea

41. Do you have a bestfriend(s)?
BFFFFFFFFFZ

42. Female or male friends?
MALE FRIENDS BCZ THUR HOTT

43. Are you a virgin?
69

44. Has anyone ever "pulled" up your shirt saying your boobs were showing?
All the time but its just because they don't make shirts for boobs this plump.

45. Have you ever thought you may be pregnant?
Yeah I did, last time I was pregnant.

46. If you thought you were pregnant, who would be the first person you tell?
Michael Cera

47. Do you find there are alot of "pregnancy" questions?
um, no either there's a BABY UP YOUR VAG OR THERE'S NOT

48. Do people consider you a "slut"?
If not, I'm doing something wrong.

49. How do you usually style your hair?
Which hair are you talking about?

50. What makeup do you usually wear?
Mascara on my ass spelling out "BU '09 BABY"

51. Do you consider yourself beautiful?
parts of me

52. Do you consider yourself sexy?
parts of me

53. If your friend had a big bum, would you tell her?
I already told Rachel.

54. Have you ever been backstabbed?
By a guy? and by backstabbed do you mean bum loved?

55. Do you take birth control pills?
yesnomaybe

56. Do you use bars of soap, or bodywash?
whatever is in the shower of the guy who's house I'm at that night

57. Shaving cream, or soap?
they both taste like shit

58. What brand of deodorant do you use?
JLo Perfume

59. Do you use perfume?
No I use deodorant

60. What is your favorite scent?
Penis

61. Are you happy this is the last question?
NO MORE SURVEYS PLZ KTHX DOT COM

question of the day

2008-01-06T23:07:19Z

please tell me the exact odds of:

4 players in texas hold'em

one hand: one player wins with four 9's. (three on the board)
the very next hand the same player wins with four 9's. (same three on the board)

who'da thunk i'd have a 3.3 GPA????

2008-01-04T05:25:14Z

not me, that's for sure.

but it allllllllll works out cause i'm a smarty pants.

had sushi with the jess-es. and ezra. the sushi was on a boat we got so much. a BOAT. plus the wonders of ginger ice cream. MMMMM SOOOO GOOD.

we have a new counter manager at Lancome now (Bernadette or Bern), who used to be the manager for Christian Dior. mmmmmmmm couture (not really) but i like her. Bern is actually strict which i prefer cause the young girls are goons.GOONS I TELL YOU!

my car died. Rusty, my precious '9o maxima, shat the bed. though that didn't stop me paying for a brand new radiator from being put in, 4oo bucks later. it depresses me that i now own a lemon.

tomorrow i shall clean.

lessthan3_me @ 2007-12-25T00:19:00

2007-12-25T05:24:13Z

MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHARLIE BROWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

loo loo looooooo loo loo looloooo loooooooo...........

lessthan3_me @ 2007-11-11T23:58:00

2007-11-12T05:00:27Z

My whipped ice dairy drink brings the attention of many males to my place of residence and/ or employment, and they declare that its quality far surpasses that of yours. Absolutely, it far surpasses yours. I could convey to you the recipe, but i would have to demand compensation.

yeah, it's old and not popular anymore. i just thought it may be funny. i thought so.

ps: come buy makeup.

lessthan3_me @ 2007-10-27T12:26:00

2007-10-27T16:27:27Z

hey! it's wilford brimley's DIABETES DANCE MIX!