Curiosity of curiosities

So I have several question for all, well, three of you.
#1, should I sell the theory book of my major? ($30 vs. a lifetime of social theory knowledge at my fingertips)
#2, should I look into this seemingly awesome Jumble Bag website, with $5 free shipping, with LED potential?
http://www.jumblebag.com/

Oh, good news, I'm done with Social Theory!!!

Bad news, or What I Learned This Last Semester; when a boy asks "Darling, do you want to go on a lovely trip with me?", you must almost always translate it into, "Darling, do you want to drive us both to this lovely place 8 hours away and pay for gas?" or simply "I need a ride."

...ever so slightly annoyed

Zombie in Drag vs Catty Shack!

Last week, whilst I made sandwiches and smoothies for Linfield kiddies, a drag show in a little place in Portland that was ZOMBIE THEMED occurred. I'm devastated, but I take solace in the fact that this existed at all, in the universe. Somehow, somewhere, its magic has rubbed off on me...it's some sort of Buddhist karma idea that way. Right? Right?!

Anyways, I would just like to say that I'm really not at all in bad mood though all of my blogs are pretty pessimistic, but the only time I feel like writing/ can be creative at all is when I have something to complain about! A good female complaint story really gets my creative juices flowing.

I just finished my french oral final, now I just have to do my essay and other essay and test and other essay! Woot! the end is....well, it exists now, anyways.

Oh and the Philip/ Me thing is official now I guess, though we really were before anyways. Just keeping everybody (3 followers) updated.
Anybody else notice that Family Guy just isn't funny anymore? Eh? eh?

Time to practice guitar and make a condom poster out of procrastination!


Ok, so since I just made this blog yesterday, I thought I might as well add to it rather than make a whole new one.
My anthro advisor/ social theory prof gave me a CD of Xavier Rudd and now I am obsessed. Not just of this random Australian(?) musician but of becoming the pet of the SoAn department. I WILL live on the couch in there, I WILL paint on their wall, and I WILL be adored.
Creepy new life goals are so invigorating.
<3

The First Time I Even Seriously THOUGHT the Term 'Dirty Townies' Towards Specific Individuals

So Kristina, you know how you came to visit last weekend? Be happy you missed the attack of the townies.
In my hall. Almost in my ROOM.
So very smelly. Like a br in the downtown in between an artists' cafe with windows tinted so dark you don't know when it's open and an anime porn theatre covered in out-of-date posters for unknown musicians touring in the cafe.
Like Pabst's, cheap cigarettes and piss.
but not so much on the piss part, thankfully.
Anyways, the worst part is really the VERY loud sex from the room next door (slaps and 'Bitch's included) and the never ending assault of comedic (but quite serious) "Is that yo boyfren?", "Can I have yo number? I say, can I HAVE it?"
Meh...at first it was hilarious, then kinda entertaining, then just very smelly and 3 am on a weeknight.
Not a fun progression when this noise is your neighbor's fault.
It's all over now, I hear they were finally all kicked out by campo.
thankfully. (I swear I didn't call them, this must have been the rest of the building's sentiments as well though)

'I' week is almost over and I can get my boy back for the last week and a half of classes. Woot!

Ready, Set, Life!

So I've realized I've done myself no favors by putting off all forms of productivity until, well, this week. I've just gotten more depressed, and that's just no fun for anyone. That's why my new regime of working out 3-4 times a week/ lazing in any form of sunlight/ eating happy healthy food hasn't actually improved my mood at all.
My GPA is going to seriously suffer from this semester, and there isn't much I can do about that, but what bothers me more is that this is like, week 7 of this never-ending state of blaahh.
Whatever, 'nough of this boring woes-is-me,

Dance!

oh, yeah, I just giggled when I saw this pic. So either it's the adorable kittens telling you that the universe is meaningless, or they're trying to tell you that the universe is meaningless over a picture of adorable kittens so that you don't believe them, because the kittens are so adorable. Or they don't like cats.
In any case, trying not to be a downer, so I'm adding another image. The one to the left is what Chloe's and my apartment would(will? <3)look id="gwProxy" type="hidden">