Stalkers 'R' Us

...I spent unfathomable amounts of time creeping on various people's (read: crushes) myspace/nexopia pages last night instead of studying.

I just though y'all should know that I'm officially sad.

That is all.

Procrastination is next to godliness

I'm on a new diet it seems, consisting primarily of coffee (and the occasional cup of water to calm my nerves), fudge and anything else that is within reach from my perch at the computer.

Why? Well, because I'm desperately trying to finish an essay that's due on Friday and I like a challenge (of course at roughly 35 pages long, this is a smidge masochistic).

and in unrelated cute news: The Pansy and [redacted] ate lunch together so basically, they're pretty much engaged (awww!)

Don't look now, but your Grandmother just bought it*

I am Martha Stewart crossed with a dominatrix.

[Ed. I orignally had the results from this stupid test that I wasted 10 minutes on this afternoon, but it was ugly, so I took it down]
According to this test (which takes an obscene amount of time to fill out), my dominant personality traits are:
My orderliness, my eternal quest for conflict and my inherent need for dominance. Sweet!

I was reminded of the two hours I spent procrastinating last night, by this post from Kate over at Logged Hours (which is officially my new fave blog because her job seems to afford her as much miscellaneous time as mine does). She describes the random blogs that you stumble upon (or the randoms that somehow find yours) via the NavBar at the top of the page. Kate refers to some 13 year old girl's public diary that outlines quest for popularity and the struggles said 13-year-old grapples with on a daily basis (like the fact that she has hooked up with all the 'cute guitar players at her school').

I tried to get a headstart on my gender paper, but apparently I'm doomed to finish it while I'm a little tipsy after our Wednesday Night Social, whatevs. Instead I spent the better part of two hours checking my site traffic and clicking the 'next blog' button on the NavBar. Like Kate I encountered a fair amount of Thai animal photo blogs, and gems like these.

The first one really speaks for itself, I dare you to read it and not have a seizure from the random dropping of vowels and consonants and equally haphazard misuse of uppercase letters.

The second comes from a potential suicide-bomber (for the record I'm not a raging bigot, I only say this because he refers to himself as a 'martyr - One who makes great sacrifices or suffers much in order to further a belief, cause, or principle; the trustful spiritual one' - or maybe that's just the meaning behind his name; either way writing rather open-ended stuff like that on your blog can only lead to people making assumptions when you appear to be of Middle Eastern descent).

The third one is so cute it makes me sick.


*A gold quote from George's boss on Dead Like Me

I'm just your average suburban junkie

...with an appetite for destruction.


As a true coconut, I listen to decidedly not urban music. While I consider myself somewhat of a music snob, I'm not averse to poor musical choices. I'm just as likely to be listening to a hot new remix or some totally obscure band that 12 people have heard of, as I am to be listening to Linday Lohan's Who loves You. In the past few hours, I've listened to:


The Subways, LCD Sondsystem, Imogen Heap, The Wolfnote, KT Tunstall, Bright Eyes, Goldfrapp, Strada, Metric, The American Analog Set, Coldplay, Morcheeba, Kanye West, The White Stripes, Justin Timberlake, Tegan and Sara, Air, Cocorosie, ezgirl, Madonna, Fridge, The Go! Team, Stars, Sean Paul, The Killers, Keren Ann, and Juliette & the Licks. My point? Well I don't have one, other than the fact that I'm really bored at work.


I was actually going to post something meaningful, but blogger was down so I started making a rudimentary list of stuff that annoys me. I only got to one item because my friend P from rez called me almost as soon as I had started.


The number one thing that annoys me right now is...people who abuse the 'reply to all' button. This came up because at the height of my foul mood yesterday, I raged on one of my sorority sisters for peppering my mailbox with useless emails. I don't mind when you reply to all and the information that's being transmitted is pertinent to most, but this particular email thread concerned a frat party - that I'm not even going to. Needless to say, 'rage-blackout'gingerbread' (coming soon to a store near you!) came out to play.


I am in desparate need of a massage or really strong muscle relaxants (Soma comes to mind). I've pretty much figured out that my irritability has been a direct result of my withdrawl from my sinus medication cocktail that I've been on for the better part of 3 weeks.


I spent yesterday holed up in my room creating various mp3 ringtones for friends. I was inspired by Waffle embarassing moment in her bio class. Apparently she forgot to silence her phone and Pancake calls her in the middle of a lecture, not a problem for most but Waffle is a huge fan of mp3 ringtones - and her personalized tone happens to be the Black Eyed Peas' My Humps. Of course her phone is turned on full balst, and she hears the opening strains of the song and quickly tries to find/silence her phone before anyone else noticed. But it's too late 'whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside you trunk' blares from her pink RAZR. By then pretty much everyone in class (including the prof) has stopped to look around for the culprit 'I'm gonna g-g-get you drunk, get you love drunk off my humps', and then silence, she finds her phone and hangs up on Pancake. Instead of just continuing on with the lesson, the prof takes the time to laugh at her expense, prompting the rest of the class to join in. Long story short: Waffle's face is just as pink as her phone.


I decided that Waffle's recent obsession with Popozao, means that she wants that as her ringtone - noted. I chose La Lohan's Who Loves You for my current multi-purpose ringtone, another example of how lame I can be. I claimed my personalized ringtone could be way lamer than hers, but it's hard to say just how many people will recognize Lindsay Lohan's voice coming out of my cell phone...only time will tell.

i'm out, team g (aka. the resident coconut)

More than meets the eye

latte --
[noun]:

A human transformer (Robot in disguise)

'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

allright. the truth is out. apparently, this online dictionary service is infallible. i'm sorry that you all had to find out this way, but...I am Lattetron.
- yeah. i'm bored too... teamlatte

Research

[Gingerbread] --

[noun]:

A master blogger



'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I've been researching gender paper topics for too long.

Sextrology

I got the titular book instead of buying the text for one of my classes, smart. This guy emailed me last night about our room for rent and after chatting with him for 2 hours, I decided that I was in love with him (joking, kind of). I decided to see if he fits into my 'str8 turnons' according to Sextrology:

* younger men or big daddies (he is younger)
* white trash, truckers, bikers
* long hair, pony tails, hippies (kinda longer, shaggy hair)
* zealots, libertarians (he's a music zealot, we were actually at the same concert this weekend in Van)
* rough housing, biting (um, we didn't get that far)
* wrestling (again, the above answer applies to the next couple of ones)
* (active) worship
* (passive) degradation
* grovelling, begging
* body hair, treasure troves (um no, I like my men shaved)
* armpits (he has armpits, but i'm not fetishitically attracted to them)
* goatees (don't think he has one right now)
* casual, no strings sex (no mention of this one either)
* cheating (well he has a girlfriend right now - I'm totally chanelling Michelle right here - I'm game if you are)
* m-f-f threesomes (never really appealed to me)
* tattoos, piericngs, branding (yes, yes, no)
* extra-large penises, foreskin (um, I think we're jumping the gun a little here)
* (active) oral, swallowing
* (passive) anal sex
* (passive) heavy b + d (I don't know if I'm a bottom because I like it...or because I'm lazy)
* enslavement fantasies (not exactly pc)
* costumes, masks (no)
* hoods, blindfolds (no)
* posing, home porn (recipe for disaster, no)
* (active) ass play
* role reversal
* freaks, geeks, and carnies (I do have a thing for bookish fellows, so no, yeah, no)
* captive/slave fantasies (we need to stop using the word 'slave')

As I was looking through Sextrology, I found this random Pancake quote:

I can't even remember what the context of this was other than it came up when chatting about Sextrology.

Pancake: Hey, watch out...I bite

Pancake: What do you do? You run through the river and fuck!

I couldn't have said it better myself

My royal doppelganger?

So I decided to try out the celebrity face matcher that so many people are creaming their pants over. Apparently I look like Sarah Ferguson (I get that all the time), Alexander Popov (umm, right), Pele (isn't he like 50?), Farrah Fawcett (is this totally random, or what?), Serena Williams (no snarky comments here, in the photo they provided maybe), Venus Williams, Patrick Ewing, Kate Hudson, Reese Witherspoon, and Jeanne Moreau (I have no idea who this is, I'm so lazy I don't even feel like doing a Google search).

At first, I was kinda upset that I got so many man matches, until I realized that I had the show all genders option turned on, oops.

i'm out,

duchess gingerbread