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So...........
I suddenly had the urge to blog. I have some time to kill before class at 6PM & I'm not really in the mood to study or revise my shitty essay for my Czech class so here I am.
like Alex Wilson did (props). My creative juices just aren't flowin today... or really any other day.
Today at Popovich they gave me two containers of extra sauce and I didn't want to waste it so I drowned my Chicken Chipotle sandwich in sauce and now I feel disgusting because the Chipotle mayonnaise is sittin in ma tummy. Would you rather be submerged in a pool of mayonnaise (this entails allowing your mouth to fill with mayonnaise every once in a while) every night for 2 hours before bed (you can come up for air) or have the smell of horse radish permanently follow you everywhere?

Maybe it's just a me thing but I have no clue who wrote a lot of the anonymous blogs.
Whatever, I won't sign this one - I won't suck the mystery out of all your lives.
(Although I'm about to ruin it anyway and if you don't know who wrote this by the end of this blog then we need to talk, really)

Playlist to this bl0g:
Wilco: You & I
Sufjan Stevens: To Be Alone With You
Belle & Sebastion: If She Wants Me
Ra Ra Riot: Can You Tell

It has recently come to my attention that no one on this floor REALLY knows that much about anyone else. Sure, we know everything about eachother's personalities, habits, and clothing styles, but do we know anything about eachother's pre-college lives? The 18 years that came before the past 3 months?

Philippe asked me a few days ago if I was in a sorority...............................
Tiffany thought my favorite color was YELLOW [?!]
Yellow is one of my LEAST favorite colors. It's probably tied for last place actually. With like... orange or powder blue or baby pink or lavender something.

Polar bears are cuter than pandas.Foxes are even cuter. One of my favorite pokemon:

You guys probably aren't interested but I'm either delusional or there's a conspiracy against me at this school. Every single class I go to someone will sit next to me that is either 1. smelly 2. deathly ill 3. scratching their head and letting dandruff fly through the air (into my face/hair) or 4. scratching their acne and inspecting the blood under the fingernails after. GROSS? YOU THINK? Try sitting next to someone like that every single day for 1-2 hours.
Today in math class I thought I was in the clear until a girl stood up from her seat and moved across the aisle to sit directly next to me. Why? Good question. Everything was good and I was taking notes like a good little girl until suddenly I got a fat whiff of the stankiest feet I have had the pleasure of smelling in quite a while...
Dear girls who wear the same pair of flats every day: Los Angeles pollution rain gets in your shoe and the smell dries. That plus your feet sweat from walking all day long across campus in the heat, through fertilizer, and through rain does NOT EQUAL AN ATTRACTIVE SMELL. Also, taking off the aforementioned flats and spreading your toes and rubbing your feet together for the entire hour of class does nothing but allow the smell to strengthen. Wear sandals from now on, or shoes that you WON'T take off in class next to me when there are 50 other seats open.
I also think this one guy in my Psychology class waits until I sit down (somewhere different every day) so he can take the seat RIGHT next to me and cough, pick his noise, breathe heavily, and watch me squirm uncomfortably and shoot him daggers for the entire two hours.

Maybe I have superpowers? An advanced olfactory system?

For all of you who make fun of me and Will for loving sandwiches...Sandwiches > Hot Dogs
Sandwiches > Pizza
Sandwiches > Burgers
Sandwiches > Fries
Sandwiches >>> PASTA
Ribs > Sandwiches
Chicken Chimichangas > Sandwiches
Deep Fried Ice Cream > Sandwiches
Ice Cream Sandwiches > Sandwiches
Nectarines > Sandwiches
Why do I feel like I want to spell Sandwiches like SANDWHICHES?
How come some words look so wrong when you type/write them?

My dad likes jammmmin when he gets real drunk
Who cares about my dad, right?



Smell ya later.