Bad Diary Days

Weekend spent in Gimli, my sis had to lend me money to get out. I studied like a slacking mofo. Went to the Viking with roughly 4 dollars in change, yet I ended up fucked. Gimli, where booze and pot go together like a sock on a foot, a picture in a frame, french and toast, fireworks and faces. Apparently, in some place, when a woman can’t finish her cigar and gives it to a man to finish it they’re married or destined/going to marry. I’m not sure cause the drunken guy that told me was apparently the one I married. I guess I have several husbands then. I could get used to a polyandrous lifestyle. …Sweet.
As for news on the stolen goods, after I assembled a posse (aka team rockin, not to be confused with rocket), I came up with several strategies. Plan A, figure out who it is by watching the cameras and get the cops to do the dirty work and sue. Plan C, if cops don’t do anything about it take matters into own hands. Plan C, beat them up anyways. No info yet though, lame-o. The security guards were jerks about the vids …jerks. I guess that's how ppl with asses for faces are. So onto plan D, I guess. I’m pretty much on the lookout and, well, if anything is noticed there will be some stalking, and then hopefully blood will be shed.

This week I have three lab exams, one of which I just had today, but the other two are going to be fuckin crazy. So I better get Jessie Spano high. You know what happens when you don’t do well? You end up being a slut in showgirls, where you vagina becomes a public display. Let this be a lesson, just ask Spano.
Speaking of vaginas... I got into this convo with some drunken guys at the viking. First it started with me saying happy belated birthday, then, to sum it up, it went on to video, cum shot, zoom-in. I guess I’m accustomed to talking about that shit that I didn’t even realize what we were talking about (besides the fact that I was stoned) until they got out of their comfort zone or just felt awkward talking to a girl about such stuff or that we had been talking about it for awhile (though I don't think it went on long). It all happened so nonchalantly (as causal as a drunken convo gets). Then they said I was awesome and that they liked me for being so fucked, and that’s when I got the hay out of der. Creepy Gimli hicks. Then I got distracted and noticed that the one-man-band guy was playing Closer. He wasn't very good, but I gave him credit. Speaking of nin, last night they were playing quite a bit of them on the radio, fantastic. What's your favorite Kool-Aid flavour?

Get Your Gunn

That’s just great! My backpack and jacket were stolen today. Don’t even ask what was in my bag or even how. My fucking wallet, disc-man, lab manual/notes, my toque, my nice scarf, my 2 mp3 cds in which I spent a lot of time MAKING, student card and bus pass, along with some other shit and make-up. AARGHH, Mother fucker! Tomorrow I’m going to go check out the security cams, hoping I’ll find something/one. I hope I see the fucker that took my shit, and hopefully it’s a student so I’ll be more likely to see that asshole again. That son of a bitch is going to get a whole lot of fist to the face if I come across them. I don’t know karate, but I know crazy. Blood will be shed.

Listen while I play my green tambourine

Happy St. Patty’s Day!

Turns out I’ll be drinking at the Viking tonight, which is if I go out. Too bad I’m sick, plus I forgot my cigars. Poo. Oh, yeah I got blood tests done ….turns out I’m fine. Doc said my hemoglobin count was 129, which is good, my white blood cells are up to par. My sugar level is good, and that my protein level is okay. …Okay? You know what that means.
Well on the bright side, at least you don’t have an unbranded model like that loser. Forgot to tell you guys last time; new salad fingers, and the latest model. Ah, look at no-make boy with his cheap unbranded model ….waaa, ha ha haa.
I was really looking forward to making green jello shooters, oh well.

All These People Drinking Lover's Spit

Ramble-on-alogue:
My dissection cat has a name. It was meant to be. I said how about Rufio, to my lab partner. Then I said “Rufio! Rufio! Ruu-fee!” then she said, so we both said “oooooooh!” Awesome and unplanned, well it made my day. I didn’ tknow if she’d seen the movie or not. You guys better know what movie that’s from you lewd crude rude bag of pre-chewed food, dude!

I think I might have had mono, I swear. I had a sore throat for a couple weeks, which was apparently strep-throat because my sis was bitching at me that I gave it to her. Then I was out being a slut with nympho habits, and maybe it developed into mono. I’ve had a sore throat for over a month not of any kind I’ve ever had before. Not even amoxicillin helped. I also experienced headaches, with slight depression, swollen glands, and extreme fatigue ... are sore ears a symptom? And this chick I sit beside at school within past couple weeks got mono. It can last up to two months. Except they say not to do any strenuous activities because you might rupture your spleen or something, which may result in death. But I am so hardcore and I eat a lot of oranges, so I could possibly have only got the minor of the symptoms, that’s my guess. Seeing as how I'm not bed ridden or anything. Maybe I’m allergic to school, and maybe I’m tired because of excessive homework doing, and definitely lack of boozing and cigar smoking. Maybe I have a weird Cuban disease, except I was sick before and while I was there. I can diagnose my own conditions.

If I had mono I’d lick, well maybe spit on, all the water fountains, suck on the lids of unopened pop bottles for the unexpected buyer, and sneeze everywhere …like on the plates and cutlery at work. Mwhahahaa. Ah, bitch. Who needs a doctor, tsss. My head hurts.

They sit around and clean their face with it.

Yellow Matter Custard, Dripping From a Dead Dog's Eye

So, I've decided to start my own fur trade industry, called wear your best friends ...I mean Chordates lab.

Yoo hoo!

Actually, I thought you guys could help me name my cat. Yeah, what an honor. Black and white, he is, was, a scrapper. Look at that face, he is out to kick some serious assage. Come to think of it, he kind of reminds me of master splinter.
He looks like Spooky. Maybe I should name him ...Eben. Seeing as how I'm "the girl with the friend who has the dead cat named Eben, right?" What? What are you talking about Chris?
I think he stole my crazy pills. Popeye?

In the Backseat

I watched Showgirls this weekend in Gimli, twice, thanks to procrastination. (I saw Jessie Spano's vagina)

It was on every night, channel 30. Friday night, you know after Baby Blue 2. I hate softcore, waste of time. It’s like …elevator music. BACKGROUND.
Who gets-off on elevator music? BORING. *Snore*