| i promise cocaine was not involved in this entry |
[Apr. 17th, 2006|11:25 pm] |
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| |  (a/be)mused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | party shu-fool | ] |
ok so 4 week christmas breaks rock. however, i can't seem to figure out why that means that when summer comes, everyone gets out 45 years before me. or 3 weeks. whatever.
school is bum bum... today i had that moment where you're working really hard on something then it's like: oh. wait. this doesn't even matter in the long run. or maybe it will... let's run with this idea:
so 8 years from now, when kelsey has officially accepted that she's just going to be a celibate, she walks into a government office with 2 or more of her cats and applies for a job. after scheduling an interview and lintrolling all the cat hair off her, she heads in feeling confident. you can do it, she says to herself, you did all that schooling and didn't suck and you put up with psychoface. you can handle anything.
so she walks in, shakes hands with the committee, and sits down. she hopes they don't notice the runs in her tights that occurred because of her kittie cats, and answers all their questions. yes her name is kelsey. yes she went to iowa. no she doesn't have any corn with her.
so they talk, and the committee pulls out a transcript. kelsey explains how she majored in poli sci and statistics, that both spark her interest, and how she loves them and--
"wait," a committee member says, then turns and mumbles to his colleague.
oh shit kelsey thinks, why didn't i just buy new tights. she nervously pulls down her matronly skirt.
"uuhhhh," mumbles one of the committee members. "uh kelsey, can you tell us about this rhetoric class you took freshmen year?"
kelsey reaches all the way back to her mind... rhetoric....rhetoric.... that dumb class that only 4 people came to? "yeah sure," she says, "good 'ole rhetoric. what, uh, what is there a problem with it or something? I think I still did well in it and everything?"
"well," the old man sighed, "it looks here like you did a speech on the war in iraq, and frankly it wasn't very good. so to be honest, i'm going to have to tell you that we'll no longer being pursuing your candidacy. and, in addition, we will also be mailing your name to the national "never hire this person" list." he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, and if you wouldnt mind standing under that bucket of horse shit on the way out, we'd like to dump it on your head. i'm sorry, it's just protocol, i mean that was a pretty important speech when it comes to your future."
kelsey had to ask. "are you affiliated with the university of michigan? i mean i know they've hired assasins to get me--"
"please leave."
kelsey went to her car, feeling crappy. then she realized she left the windows up in the scorching heat, so now she had 3 dead cats. oh well, she had another 85 at home...with a margin of error of 3 cats. |
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| what's that shamu? you want your appetite back? |
[Mar. 26th, 2006|05:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick and/or fat and/or dumb | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Not studying" by kelsey and the slackers | ] |
ah, we meet again. is it a coincidence that i have a test tomorrow? i think not.
for some reason, i'm having a hard time finding motivation this semester. which is funny, because it's not like all my classes are for my majors now or anything, and that it's actually important how i do in them. oh wait.
beezlebub is same as always, behaving in her satanic ways. i didn't realize people this idiotic lived on earth, but-- funny story-- now they live with me. every time she leaves the room, i say a prayer that she comes back with one less limb, just to teach her a lesson. it hasn't worked yet.
oh my god i'm failing life. let's write a paper about it
Thesis: Kelsey is failing life, as seen through her eating habits, study habits, and laundry habits.
MP #1: Kelsey is failing life, as can first be seen through her eating habits
--she's gained 47392 pounds
--yesterday she took candy from approximately 7.5 babies
--when they didn't have chocolate chip pancakes, she attempted to sit in the fetal position for 30 minutes (but couldn't, naturally, because whales have a hard time being that bendy)
MP # 2: Kelsey's study habits also demonstrate how she is failing life.
--she's typing out a fake paper about not studying rather than typing out a real one while studying
--she has a study system of read one sentence, eat 45 pretzels (see MP #1)
--while highlighting, Kelsey got sick of picking out important parts so she just highlighted the whole page... not the most effective notetaking
MP #3: Finally, by examining Kelsey's laundry habits we can see that she is failing life.
--there's a pile of clothes in her closet that's 4 oompa loompas thick
--she thinks she wore the same shirt to her MWF class
--Kelsey left all her winter clothes at home under the assumption that post spring break means 90 degree weather, and therefore has resulted to wearing sweatpants all the time. ew.
in conclusion, i think it's pretty gosh darn clear that (a) bob marcero is vomitting with horror right now and (b) Kelsey is most undeniably failing at life. |
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| IT'S GREAT TO BE A HAWKEYE!!! |
[Mar. 4th, 2006|07:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | proud to be a hawkeye :) | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the word is fight fight fight for iowa... | ] |
ok i HAVE to tell this story, although all 3 of you probably won't understand it's importance.
so it's been established that kelsey works at the Athletic Ticket Office... i hate that they never tell me what to do and that i have to struggle through figuring everything out on my own, but all in all it's getting better and better. i love talking to customers (we reseated Kinnick so right now all of our season ticket holders call in and have to request new seats, but they have to make like $600 a year "donations" to get the good seats... it's nuts) and i like the people i work with for the most part, and it's just great to be a part of the hawkeye fam.
plus i get in to all events free when i work at them.
so this is particularly handy since (a) i don't want to pay $95 for student season tickets since i can never be there when the game starts and (b) it gets me into a lot of sold out games. an example would be, say, tonight's final home game against wisconsin, where my hawkeyes were trying to go undefeated at home for the first time since the 60's.
soooo anyways, since it's sold out and i don't have a seat, the ticket office will give me one of those complimentary tickets they keep 'just in case.' so i get my ticket, i work a little longer, and then i'm allowed to head into the game. i look at my ticket.... section AA... ok that's the press area... row 1.... ok i think the row numbers start from the court on back... hmmm...
so i walk down and down and down and yes folks. i am row 1. jeff horner (i.e. hottest man in iowa city) is literally 5-10 feet from me. i mean i'm catching sweat here, people. karly-- think about your pistons game. now think about being right behind the bench in a college game instead. oh my god. again, no one understands because no one else goes here... but these are celebrities, and i am in the thick of it all. it was beautiful. so of course, i whip out the camera phone and take enough photos to last a lifetime, then call the parents, who in turn call the g-parents, all to LOOK FOR KELSEY. well my parents later informed me that they were glued to the TV the whole time, then at the end--- THERE'S KELSEY, CASUALLY SITTING BEHIND STEVE ALFORD, TAKING PICS WITH HER CAMERA PHONE. (steve alford is our coach... think the tom izzo of iowa. except hated by everyone, even iowans.) so my crafty mother got it all recorded on DVD, which i will be selling for 10 bucks to people under the title "see kelsey behind coach alford on national television." hahahah ok i understand you don't care, but tonight was one of the best nights of my life. and it was a GREAT GAME that was so intense, and we kicked badger ass and went undefeated at carver-hawkeye arena, then it was senior night and all the seniors spoke including jeff, and oh god it was great. and i saw it all, from the freaking sweat on their faces to the blinking of their eyes.
ok i'm done now. but yay. hahahah YAY WHOOOOO
i effing love iowa. |
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| LOOK AND SEE HER, HOW SHE SPARKLES |
[Feb. 18th, 2006|06:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | dreams of mt kilimanjaro. haha | ] |
| [ | music |
| | i'm aliiiiiiiive hahahahaha | ] |
list timeeee
1. i love unicorns
2. today i got bitched out by this chick i know
3. haha "what's your problem??"
4. #3 is part of #2
5. i'm going to taco bell
6. but i was at starbucks for 4 hours today
7. i don't want to work tomorrow
8. i'm quitting school
9. computer science can suck frog tits
10. my church sent me cookies
11. i hope they were made with god's love and not with poison, cuz i just ate a ton
12. here i am, on man's roaddddd.
13. haha karly is my second personal hero, behind lisa frank. |
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| wanna tell the kids they'll never know how much i love to see them smile. |
[Feb. 10th, 2006|03:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  wishing i could be home | ] |
| [ | music |
| | be strong. believe. | ] |
i don't like asking for prayers. i keep my religion tight to me, and i don't like talking about it, and i don't like projecting it, and i'm very adamant about keeping religion a personal thing so that it doesn't affect my government aspirations. so i'm not asking for your prayers, because maybe that's not your thing, and i respect that. but they'd always be appreciated. |
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| when did it become cool to be annoyingly self-centered. |
[Feb. 6th, 2006|10:44 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | birds | ] |
major pet peeve #3:
stupid pretentious people who think that because they list their major as like, spanish...or art, are the supreme beings of those areas. last time i checked we're all first years, and god help me if i ever act like i know more about politics than someone who may know just as much.
if people would stop giving compliments as a way of fishing for them, then no one would ever have a big head. but as they won't, the pretentiousness continues.
yeah.
edit: in case any of you are offended, this is in reference to pf mostly. so before you prove the point of this entry by assuming that it's about you, please take time to consider that maybe, just maybe, i write about people other than yourself. |
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| update schmupdate |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|08:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  full of candy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | merry christmas merry christmas ring the hogwarts bell | ] |
so in the essence of avoiding homework like it's the spawn of the bubonic and black plagues, i will update this mother. plus, i already called my mom 3 times tonight and i think she's ready to kill me from sheer annoyance. so lj gets it.
i never thought i'd really call my mom so much... like i'm BIG into email, so i did that for a long time. but then there were things i'd have to call about, then i kept calling, then i'd email and she'd stop really responding because we'd be on the phone later anyways, etc. i suppose it's weird, and that other people don't talk to their parents that much. my stupid family has to be so freaking awesome all the time. that and at the moment, my dad's retirement has officially started, and he's so happy, and he cooks now, and i'm jealous because as i mentioned, my family has this tendency to rock.
hahaha karly you'll appreciate this: i'm watching the first HP movie, and i'll admit that it isn't as bad as i remembered it in comparison to the newer ones... but dan def has some unibrow tendencies. hahaha and dang hermione is like I like to PLACE plenty of STRESS on every SYLLable i SAY.
by the way here's a story you all know and love: i live with someone so oblivious to the real world that it's amazing. i can't even tell the millions upon millions of stories that have happened lately, but seriously. psychoface is one of those people that just doesn't get 'it'. like this is my pet peeve: people who live the status quo. like hey, this is good enough, let's just keep it like this. um hello no, i'm not moving your chair out of the way every time i go to the fridge.
oh sad harry is seeing his parentsi n the mirror of erised. i wish i had one of those. although ten bucks says what it would show me is like me eating a box of milkduds. oh food.
ahah wow i really am avoiding this hw like none other. gosh and HP makes you think so much. last night i was in a mood to draw, so i spent like an hour drawing daniel before i realized what i was actually drawing was a pig-man in glasses. so that got stopped.
school is so hard. do you all know this? i hope most of you do or else college is a waste of money....but darn it's hard. I'm having such a rough time with it. like i mean there hasn't been many grades yet, but the stress levels are just so high and there's just so much to do all the time, and meanwhile my stupid dorm exec board hates me and tells me every day. no seriously, on our agendas, the second bullet point is 2. REMIND KELSEY THAT SHE SUCKS. which by the way, i sorta suck, but not as hard as everyone else. so they can suck IT.
ok i really need to (a) stop eating and (b) do my computer science hw... although computer science can throw itself off a cliff as far as i'm concerned. and i made it to second round for RA interviews, and the interview went OK i think, but i'm so nervous. i find out the 27th. so here's hoping.
OK I'M GOING, except i'm so excited for tomorrow's grey's anatomy that i think i just wet myself. |
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| you think of what you did and how i hope to god he was worth it |
[Jan. 22nd, 2006|12:10 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | p!atd | ] |
ahhhh facebook. it's like veritaserum for the online world.
so the truth comes out on that time-sucking demon of a website... gosh it sucks so bad to see people act so dumb. i'm like a freaking broken record, i know, but i just must be an idiot because i can't figure this out.
why. do. people. drink. alcohol. underage, or hell even at all.
it's like slapping a sticker on your head that reads HEY I HAVE THE SAME AMOUNT OF SELF-ESTEEM AS AN ACORN. because seriously, i may not know the apparent bliss of being wasted, but i know enough to see that people who do something in order to be someone else clearly have issues. i don't know if it's boy issues or school issues or weight issues or hell maybe someone is just obsessed with brad pitt and wishes so badly that they could be angelina jolie. i don't know. but god there are so many people i count as friends FOR A REASON, and i just don't get why they have this obsession with being/acting like someone else.
i know i know kelsey is a judgmental bitch, whatever. i stopped caring about that title a looooong time ago.
i suppose my problem with the whole thing is in the hypocriticism of it all, which is a word i think i just invented. people will gladly throw down trash talk about other peoples' party habits, but in the end it seems like they all end up doing the equivalent. i mean i know everyone is a bit of a hypocrit somehow; after all, i took music from karly which is so past illegal that every night i think the cops are coming to get me. but the illegality (again, i love making up this stuff) of drinking at our age isn't the whole shibang. there are just so many reasons it's wrong.
no, don't worry, my young tequila-tortured soul, will no be listing them for you. because i have long since figured out that no one really cares what i have to say on this issue, which reinforces this new trend of other people being more self-centered than i am. what is WITH that.
ok i'm going to take a stab in the dark here, not literally, and take a guess at the stem of the majority of underage drinking: guy problems. ok so maybe this only applies to female underage drinking... and that small percentage of sexually confused gentlemen... but the point is that people fall into two categories:
category A: these girls can get really close to guys, have plenty of guy friends, but just can't seem to ever get a boyfriend. after so many years they get so frusterated that they turn to this guy named Al Cohol for comfort.
category B: these girls have issues with that whole concept of 'flirting.' they know exactly why they don't have a boyfriend, and in an attempt to change that, they call 1 800 GET WASTED.
ok so category A, congrats you have no sense of self worth, or of motivation. last time i checked, boyfriends weren't the new manolos. so buy some effing shoes and get over it, because if you weren't splendid then you wouldn't have so many dang friends and family members disappointed in your decision to drink. plus the right guy will come. and if he doesn't, then you can make the choice to waste away in a martini glass of pain or just find something else to make you happy. oh god i mean like your job or something. ewwww sorry. anyways, on to category B... dear girls, you are the story of my life. but you know what? last time i checked it's pretty hard to be drunk ALL the time (although some of you are cutting it close.) so chances are even if being wasted makes guys more interested in you, welcome to what desperate women affectionately call the one night stand theme. you aren't gaining anything, but rather you're losing because you get this fake attraction shit, can't remember it, but then are sad when it's gone. i may not be getting the attraction, but at least i'm remaining neutral rather than wasting time on that crap.
ok it's late, i have a big morning of book purchases ahead of me, and i've rambled so much that i wouldn't be surprised if george w hires me as his new speech writer. i'm guessing only karly will read this, which is kinda sad because she's not exactly someone who needs it. haha until someone posts another facebook album. |
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| ode to myself |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|03:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | distressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | p!atd | ] |
i completely love myself. without me, my lj would suck and my online life would be a waste because pretty much no one really listens anymore. just thought you should know.
thanks to kelsey for the template. |
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| i'm doing cartwheels.. not really ,i haven't ever been able to. sad. |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|07:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | oc mix4 | ] |
ok i'm back. with the start of a new semester comes my fateful return to the beast that is livejournal.
i'm just confused right now and waiting for my mom to call me back because i don't know what to do. i'm in a dilly of a pickle concerning my spanish class.... like it's not hard enough to scare me away from the language forever, yet it's just so hard to predict what it's going to be like, you know? like i think i could make it, but i don't really think i could get an A, and i don't need a stupid class like spanish messing up my GPA, but then again i really need to get my gen eds done and my only other option would be switching into intermediate II which is at 8:30 and i just don't do 8:30. i want to jump out the window. i could wait till next semester to take it but then i only have 14 sh and i can't do that but there aren't really any other requirements i can fill that slot with. but you have to speak spanish all the time which happens in every class, the only difference is that the people i'm with have done this for a few years while the only spanish i remember is feo punta, a derogatory term sandra called me in APH. i think it's ugly bitch. anyways, the class seems ok because it's about spanish american literature, and as long as i have a dictionary then i can read the things... it's the whole writing in spanish thing that i'm so bad at that i should teach a class called how to be bad at writing spanish. i don't remember any conjugations or what they mean or anything. blech. and the part that sucks the most? no one knows my spanish skills except ME which means that only i can make this decision, and if i make the wrong decision then i can't blame it on anyone. damn.
mommmmmy call me. god and my job is hard and i have to take actual phone calls on thursday from disgruntled season ticket holders who hate me because it's my fault they don't have the same seats anymore. not really obviously. but to them, yes really.
shit can't i just graduate after one semester? i feel like i make this big surge and kicked my classes' asses (haha yeah that's fun to write) and now i feel like i should just be done. but nooooo apparently kelsey still has 5 semesters or whatever. bull crap. i'm out. i can't do it anymore. college is all fun and games until you get past gen eds. then it's a big serving of bitch and crackers, with some shoot-me-in-the-cabeza on the side.
obviously karly isn't online and obviously my mom still hasn't called, leaving me with lj. i bet lj is so pissed right now. like what the hell i thought i was done with this foxytimberlake whore.
sorry lj. |
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| thanksgiving breakkkkkkkkk |
[Nov. 18th, 2005|03:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  happy happy joy joy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | christmas at hogwarts... first cd, i swear. haha | ] |
one psychoface-free week.
god is good. |
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| weekend to myself!! |
[Nov. 12th, 2005|01:55 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | ahhhh i hate that phantom | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none of that shitty movie music.. we're talking orig phantom | ] |
uh oh i just scared myself by listening to the phantom of the opera soundtrack.
so i can live 500 miles from home but holy shit i'm still checking under the bed. |
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| pika pika |
[Nov. 10th, 2005|07:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | my icon looks like a pokemon! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | poke-music | ] |
i wanna be the very best
like no one ever was
to catch them is my real test
to train them is my cause
i will travel across the land
searching far and wide
teach pokemon to understand
the power that's inside
POKEMON
gotta catch em all
oh it's you and me
i know it's our destiny
POKEMON
oh you're my best friend
in a world we must defend
POKEMON
gotta catch em all
our hearts so true
our courage will pull us through
you teach me
and i'll teach you
POKEMON
gotta catch em all
gotta catch em allll
POKEMON! |
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| on your machine i slur a plea for you to come home |
[Nov. 8th, 2005|10:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | perplexed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | i'm cutie and this is my death cab | ] |
ok might as well do this or else i really won't get work done. i pretty much recommend LJ to people because i know that if i've updated, i'm the most pitiful being on earth and that it's really time to get productive and make something out of myself.
so i don't really know how to write a philosophy paper.... i think i just say what plato said. then agree or disagree. then support that argument... with evidence from just the book i think. wtf. not cool. if i don't get to use my lover, proquest, i may cry.
ok ps maybe it's just me, but i feel like death cab is the band you don't like the first time you hear it, then all of a sudden it's like poof death cab rocks. the first time i heard of them was shockingly not OC... katie crawford got the cd and told me about it. then after finding out seth liked it i was going to borrow it from her. katie if you're reading this and still have it, i may have to borrow it. if karly doesn't just give it to me when i take approx 5739365 of the songs she's gotten for me.
so little psychoface has figured out how to turn off the AC. crap. so after playing a little game of i turn it on, she turns it off (story of my life) she finally today was like IS IT OKAY IF I TURN THIS OFF? and i was like um yeah no prob, the room will just be pretty hot for the rest of this week until the storms come through. and she's like DID YOU JUST SAY UNTIL THE STORMS COME THROUGH? and laughed that annoying laugh.
no one laughs at me with little piece of shit laughs like that. so i had to bring it.
so i preceeded to explain pressure systems and how of course it's hot before storms and then once they pass it's cool. i'm pretty sure this is just common knowledge. but anyhoo i was quite the little bitch, and she responded with OH I GUESS I DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION. i was like to what, the temperature? life? wtf were you paying attention to? clearly not chemistry or calculus or spanish...
what can i say, i like a cool room. plus it's been in the effing 70's and without the AC that makes the room conditions slightly equivalent to the mojave. so i opened the window. i just hate coming back from running and opening that door to get a blast of hot air...sickASS
so sometimes i wonder if i'm holding a grudge. i don't think i am, i think i just use that as an excuse... like i really don't like pf in general and i know i shouldn't be using LJ to bash her and that i should talk to her, but god it's not in my character to confront people. my sister told me this before school started... she said us larsen gals are all about making ourselves happy, but we can't help but attempt to make everyone else happy. or at the very least not piss everyone off. so eh.
but i duno i guess i've accepted the fact that i simply live with pf.... we don't talk, she does things that make me consider bringing my car to school and living in that instead (oh lumi.... 12 days till we are together. i love you.) haha but is this bad that we pretty much ignore each other? i mean she's impossible to ignore, with the belching and the farting and the pitiful existence-ing, but i duno i just can't be friends with someone who is as oblivious to the outside/'real' world as she is.
this entry is soooo long... clearly i really don't know where i'm going with this plato thing. but i only got 2 wrong on my geology midterm. god i effing love geology. it's fraking awesome. and i'm really excited to come home. cathy called me from CC states with a bunch of people and i said hi through her and everyone like screamed back and it's just like whoah. these people actually exist. the friends you have aren't just facebook profiles... they're alive! and in 12 days we can all hang out and make sure we're alive together!
i had written about how excited i was getting for hp4 and hotness05, but apparently the word i used isn't allowed by karly's overpossesive standards . whatever. my bad for getting excited.
voldemort called...he wanted your recipe for guacamole.
jk!
voldemort called....he said he's back, bitch. |
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| remember when it rained |
[Nov. 6th, 2005|10:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | cute songs | ] |
ok i know i've done too many entries lately, which seems even more ridiculous when you consider the fact that less that 4 people read this. and even that is being generous.
anywaysssss i'm really in a good mood and i'm happy and yay because sunday night television pretty much makes life worth living, but at the same time this weekend fraking scared me for the following reason:
after watching several hours of OC and then watching d.housewives, one can't help but think about boys (and for some of us, lack thereof.) and if you were one of the many people watching dh, then you saw the heartbreaking end where they talked about some girls dreaming of that perfect white wedding but not getting it. and it was a really sad scene to begin with, although she pretty much deserved it and mike is hot, but otherwise i thought it was sad.
and so that starts freaking me out... like oh god. i haven't paid anyone's children to go to utah or anything, but then again i have a pretty good streak of getting screwed, so what if i'm an old obese spinster with 94 cats. ok ok, i tell myself, i won't think about it anymore.
then came grey's anat, to get me in a better mood. although pyschoface came back to the room, i was enjoying it nonetheless until little ms wheelchair starts talking about how pathetic she is, that she's the oldest college freshmen to have not been kissed, first based, whatever. and i'm like oh my god this girl is calling herself pathetic because guys don't kiss her, but in all honesty she has a sack of urine attached to her ankle. so where the FRAKE does that leave us normal urinating girls????
ohhhhh the ultimate spin of patheticism continues.
and karly ditched our traditional post-GA talk. so now i'm venting to livejournal about my semi-legitimate fear that i'm turning into susan or wheelchair girl or whatever.
OH MY GOD i just had an epiphany.... i should just be george, and drug the people i want to finally 'make the book with two covers' with... because chances are i'll probably make any prospective mate get the hives too. scoreass. |
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| yay yay yay |
[Nov. 5th, 2005|07:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | b.e.a. utiful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | You're So Damn Hot, eerily enough | ] |
it's time for this week's "kelsey enjoyed this but it probably seems depressing to the outside observer" moment
after following karly's advice for 24 hours, kelsey couldn't take watching all the beautiful OC people anymore and did a full blown makeover on herself. we're talking the full works, that fun experimental makeup kinda thing that you can never do if you actually have somewhere to go. so the past hour has been me walking around in my fav dress and heels with my hair did, being as narcissistic as is possible.
haha i think that's the definition of pathetic... then why was it so much FUN??
thanksgiving. we are going out for a 'fabulous night' in which everyone is required to dress like a high fashion model. |
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| when i spin from him i spin from myself... the center can double the speed of the crust. |
[Nov. 5th, 2005|01:51 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  single | ] |
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| | not telling just yet, but it's goooood | ] |
late nights are always nice. like real alone time. because light ruins a lot of things... everything is always much more simple in the dark. oh shit i'm sorry that was way too profound, i didn't mean it in that college-student-trying-to-act-mature-and-philosophical way. just mentioning it, i swear.
i found a new band on shared music that i am in love with. and they're coming to iowa, which i didn't even know when i decided i was a fan. but i won't say the name, because then karly might start liking them and claim that she liked them first and most...
yeah.
there's so much to write about, and even though i know no one really reads this, at the same time it doesn't feel right to type it all. like i don't want anyone to notice it... but at the same time, just writing it isn't good enough, i need it to be seen. weirdass.
PF always complains about the room being cold, so i turned the AC off. but due to this high pressure system we've got going, it's been mid 70s. so i came back to the room after a run and looked for cacti, cuz lord knows it was warm enough for those xenophytes to grow. so i cranked my friend mr AC back up.... to the highest setting oops. now i think i can maybe see my breathe. she's prolly pretty cold-- oh wait, hold on, let me check.... oh that's right kelsey doesn't care, because that stupid botch left MY fridge open last night. so along with wasting hmmm only a ton of energy and probably hurting the motor thing, there's frost all in the back of the fridge and my stuff was all sorta warm. what a stupid hoebag.
ok i guess i'm going to sleep now. this is my second fav part of the day, behind eating (which is losing it's flavor no pun intended)
oh ps i stole a bagel from the dining hall today. crap. i'm sorry Iowa, George W., and Jesus. i'll make it up to you. |
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| pleeeeeease actually read this |
[Nov. 4th, 2005|03:37 pm] |
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| | oh my god, PF snores like it's her job and i'm about to snap | ] |
ok here goes
if you shop at walmart, stop it. if you need me to tell you why, then ask....b/c i'm sure some of you don't care.
but please stop.
and sadly, being hypocritical is not cool, so you're going to have to stop shopping at target too.
i know that none of you are going to do that.
but hell, i'm really going to try. Again, feel free to ask why or to tell me I'm crazy. and I'll tell you to come out to a place like Iowa to see the real effects of these places.
ok and ps breadsticks don't count, that's technically the pizza hut part of target. |
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| oh my gossssssssssh |
[Oct. 29th, 2005|02:18 pm] |
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| | in looooooove | ] |
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| | foooooootball | ] |
ok karly stop reading right now, for your own sake. i swear i'm really trying to save you the anger you'll probably get from continuing reading.
so by accident i just stumbled upon stills from GOF. lots of them. it wasn't my fault i swear.... except now my heart is having little palpatations out of sheer excitment and love. ho. lee. shit. dan is hotter than ever and holy crap i want to bang him into oblivion. and the movie just looks so good, so unique from everything i had ever pictured in my head... but that's a good thing i swear. oh my god. i can't wait to see it wearing the shirts and yay and seriously, you all might want to call karly and myself to make sure we have actually left the theater after it ends, because i'm afriad we might melt in our seats from happiness. we have to learn to let our love of dan coexist because holy shit after GOF i'm pretty sure it's not going anywhere.
but the thing is, although the movie looks splendid and everything, the thing that excites me the most is the slogan "everything is about to change." gosh after reading HBP you forget how freaking influential this book was. oh my gosh. i might just go read it forever. holy crap. how is it possible that a book about complete nonsense could grip so many people. honestly i have real, material feelings for all this shit (just like obbbbviously karly and other people do.) gosh.
i am so excited. i almost want to get it over with because i feel like crying in excitement.
ok karly you can read again.
haha but i guess if you stopped reading, you wouldn't have read that. oh well.
the point is, the 'don't talk about it' rule is officially a good policy and it is going into effect. i don't understand how we haven't exploded yet. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
who would have thought such an odd looking 12 year old kid with a unibrow would be the sex god of karly and my dreams? |
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| haha dana can tell what cd's i listen to just by my away messages |
[Oct. 26th, 2005|09:11 pm] |
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| | t.o.'ed, more than kip himself | ] |
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| | remy zero | ] |
if my life had a thesis to it right now, this would be it:
psychoface is satan's first born child, and by fulfilling this role is rapidly chipping away at kelsey's sanity.
to which bob would indecipherably write "evidence?"
and i would say bob--because we were on first name terms like that-- bob listen, if you want evidence then i'll give you evidence. so i'd make some graphic indicators and away i would go. my first piece of evidence would be from tonight, where the stupid piece of cow shit came in while i was laying down and proceeded to sing some ghetto song that she is clearly NOT allowed to sing. just because i've been to detriot doesn't mean i run around throwing down eminem lyrics, after all. anyways she turns on the lights and the tv and i am pissed. so i toss and turn to make sure she knows i'm there (which apparently has been an issue before.) she walks over to the tv, a few feet from my head. i'm like SCORE i win.
she turns the volume up.
it's the WB.
FRICK i grab my book and off to the lounge it is, slamming the door on my way. seriously. this is the first time i have stormed out.
how do you like DEM evidences, bobby? |
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