The Adventures Continue

My first frisbee golf experience. I sucked pond water. (Not literally mind you. I'm classy.) It's a simple concept of aim straight, keep the frisbee low so as to not catch the wind, throw hard (that last part sounds vaguely dirty). Actually performing these concepts are a completely different matter. It is not my fault that my hands were slippery and that the frisbee would veer left. (From a bystander, "hey, the holes that way." "Yeah, thanks asshole.")Despite that I would have to say the experience was a success, not once did I hit swamp water. (Trees are a different matter, and we are not talking about that right now.)We went through about 9 holes because those damn mosquitoes are on steroids. I swear one took off with a frisbee.
The night ended with my first hookah experience. The hookah itself was meh. The BYOB part was delicious. Pomegrante something or other. It was a party in my mouth....followed by a party on the dance floor. Thanks to Julia. Also Brent, and a stubborn Lyndsi.
PS. I was having a great time, not to be hampered by the "she's only pretty when I'm drunk and slutty when I'm sober" comment from Brent.

Nighttime Adventures

Went fishing tonight at about 9. Well, mostly I watched Kelly fish because I don't have a fishing pole. I didn't really believe that she'd catch anything. But she ended up catching 2 really big fish. Turns out, fish make little froggy noises when they are desperately terrified and suffocating. Who knew? I thought about investing in a pole for all of 2.5 seconds. Then, I remembered why I hate fishing. Watching Kelly rip those hooks from the poor fish's mouth was heart wrenching. I wanted to cry a little. On top of that, I saw an effing snake swim by. What the heck people? Kelly doesn't really seem to understand my "eww, nature" outlook on life. In the morning (yup that's right...morning)she wants me to go play frisbee golf. Sigh, more outside stuff...

On the other hand, I keep her around for reasons like this
She said it reminded her of me. I'm going to have to agree.

Once again Reality Bites me in the ass.

This is a major ranting/venting/see how many swear words I know type blog. If you've had enough of my temper tantrums I suggest you turn away.
I ended up making a C in one of my classes, which is fine. Sometimes C's happen. I studied as hard and as well as I was able, but I just couldn't get the information to translate on the test. My major beef is with the annoying ass girl who was sitting next to me. (We use to be friends; things fell apart around spring break...but that's a whole other blog.)All semester long she sat on her ass and didn't attempt anything. Her reasoning was that she was graduating and only needed D's. So on the tests she averages 40's, and fails lab. I was averaging 60's and I aced lab. So how the fuck does she end up with a C. How does that make even the smallest bit of sense. To make matters worse, she goes to her next class and brags about how she made 40s and still made a C, so making a C in this next class will be no problem. When someone questioned her about it, she said it's because her mom (yes that's right, mommy dearest) went and talked to the professor. YOU ARE FUCKING 27 YEARS OLD AND YOU SEND IN YOUR MOMMY!?!?! Holy hell of fucking shit, damn ass bastard, son of a bitch! Just for that I would fail her. Never mind that she actually earned/deserves an F. Gay ass shit people...
No respect for her, at all, any more. Never before have I wanted to cause physical damage. But I might need restraining or I'm going to be introducing my foot to her face.

Thought immediately of you......

I was checking out this fun new website
came across this...

(789): If you could channel this insane talent for stalking you'd be a great weapon for this country. If you had a crush on Bin Ladin, guaranteed he'd be found, monitered and tagged within five days.

What the frick

How do you go about removing rust stains from your counter left behind from the oh-so-adorable toothbrush holder and soap dispenser you were so excited about? Oh perfect circle, how you mock me.

Things like this actually happen...

I'm so loving Kelly right now for passing this on to me. Sometimes people make my heart happy and ease my "final blues."

branded a freak....

Las Vegas caught up with me yesterday. Decided to wear my Stripper 101 shirt to school, and wouldn't you know...it's the day I forgot my sweater. It's also the day I decide to stop by my professor's office to ask him about my grades....FML

I am a writer....not an opera singer...

You really have to feel validated when a professor hands you back the last paper of the semester and tells you, "you really do have the best reports, I can always tell you go above and beyond."
Damn straight I do. Not to be a brat, but I really don't. I just type my papers as they need to be typed. It would seem Courtney, that we have chosen the professions that best suit us. Ok, so it kind of sucks that you have to write papers to go where you're going. I'm definitely not required to sing arias (arie- just in case you're picky) in order to graduate...but you get the picture.

Aggravation

When am I going to learn to not depend on other people? It's my own fault really. I knew he was an immature unreliable child. I guess I just keep trying to find the glass half full and trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. I'm just continually reminded that "if you want something done right..."

Pectoantebrachialis

Oh cat muscles...why must you be so complicated. I should totally be in charge of renaming these stupid things. Branchiohyoideus, what? What is that? Should be called dog...there are plenty of three letter words in the world.

Talk about a cold shower...

just got home from watching Wolverine. Seems unnatural to have that much hottness concentrated into only two hours.
"Cover yourself first. Woudln't want to give the missus a heart attack."
...ummm, (raises hand) you can give me a heart attack.