a what now?

So,
Yesterday I auditioned for the vagina monologues....

and, uh, the ladies they love me!
the pieces I'm doing are:

-"Wear and Say"
-"My Angry Vagina"
-"Smell"

I'm especially excited for "my angry vagina" - wow.
In other news, I took a nap 2 days ago, but I haven't been sleeping. or eating, i ran out of dollars. only homework and gifts of the drug sort. and not smoking cigarettes. and falling in love with boys, or something, i don't know what's wrong with me.

it's 3 a.m. i must be lonely

uhhhh without further delay,
my uw-stout hottie pics are up at facebook,
go take a look-see, &
check out what i'm currently checking out:

uwstout.facebook.com/album.php


and yes, i do realize that i am completely insane and waste time in new, almost unbelievable ways. and yet, for some reason i am content to look at images of attractive people all day long...
who knew?

P.S. Milwaukee is looking better and better each day

such a bad girl, such a naughty girl

i skipped class yesterday morning.....
to make out with this boy. I'm not complaining.

staying at school for winterm, 3 weeks of math and gym.
woo?

Suddenly, I am happy.
I haven't smoked dRuGs in three days, just becuase.
and today is day 2 of Jennie quitting nicotine.
And Seriously, I've been giggling for 4 days. I couldn't tell you why.
It feels like things are falling together.

working for the man every night and day

So, my dream is to rent a house with friends here next year,
where i can have puppy sweet and... other sweet things

but, i feel as if i don't posess much of that key life knowledge.
that knows how to pay taxes, change oil or go about renting a house
maybe my goals are too low- and i think none are academic

does anyone know if those self-help books about puting your life together are actually helpful?

that's probably all

i went to this "faculty sketch off" that was like wrestlemania with easles
and it was so hilarious
it concluded with a drawing done by my art history prof. entitled:
"sponge dong square pants"...

anti-anti-

Well, I've dyed my hair brightish red (so we can both be saucy redheads)
but, the rest of my day is free. and i will likely spend it going to a head shop, and other things similar to that level of productivity. that's why i think it would be great to be at least partly robotic. and that's why i love piercings-they make me feel more robot-like.

i keep wondering: are letters/notes really an acceptable, viable form of personal conversation? i think perhaps the answer is no.

battered wives in plaid
vests accuse charles manson
look-a-likes with southern drawls of threats
on her life while the old man lays
on the couch and plays with himself
"i don't own a gun, just a bible"

(a poem about the television series 'cops')
i don't know what to call it

hey hey

well, halloween party weekend was pretty good;
mike, your party was the best halloween party i've ever been to
and i invented a new drink: poison apple
the recipe is as follows:
3 shots vokda
fill with hard hot-apple cider

i feel like this punctuation makes the most sense.
and, being a smoker can save you-because you're outside, free as a bird.
easily faded into the residential/city jumble.

this girl told me the turqoise in this old ring was "good for the body"
maybe, it's working. new brown cords, i know you'll love them jess.
and mother dearest bought me a new winter coat. green.
However, even though i went to bed at 8:30 last night, and slept 13 hours, i still feel as though i could sleep much longer. but, homework. the weekend was work-free. and I, should be a more responsible student.